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1969-01-wolves

I can't let my mind dwell on things outside my control. I prepare as best as I
can, and think on my feet. That's all you can do.

Fear is the mind killer, after all. Those wolves never stop prowling around,
waiting for you to slip up.

So I just hit the gas, music blasting, hoping to scare the ghosts away from my
bus, while wearing a big stupid grin and dragging everyone else along for the
ride.

That's the only way I can keep going. I have to keep going. I HAVE TO,
there's no other choice. Everyone depends on me to keep the wolves at bay,
and I will. It's my turn to carry that weight.

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