Minions... my preserving remnants of sanity, I come to you jaded. With dead ends much like a toy car that keeps rebounding off a wall to hit it again, I seek you out to help me burn a path through! If it was only me and you dearest minions, I wouldn't have to wait, to understand, or to fret the inconsistencies of this place, but it is not, and as such I do. Contain me in your bubbles of serenity for a little while and then help me move.
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