He looked into his glass and I felt his pain.
"First we are defined by the things we do not face
Then we are controlled by them. And finally
We are destroyed by them. The trouble is,
Though we know the things we fear,
The things we hide from are hidden from us."
Without speaking, I poured another round.
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