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Crimson Falling
Stone
keyed in the numbers to access his voice-mail as he shrugged off his
suit jacket. One message.
"...get
it now, see how the one reflects into the many and back again. The
same pattern occurring at all levels. The war in Iraq and the
behaviour of the government is the exact same equation as the way my
family reacted to my Dad getting cancer is the exact same equation as
when we all flipped out when the Lieutenant got fired is the exact same
equation as the way they're arguing online. And I can't see a way
out, we need to find a way out."
Stone's
eyes were wide. He gasped for breath, felt dizzy.
Riveta.
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