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Since 1970, the federal witness protection program has relocated thousands of witnesses...

some criminal, some not... in neighborhoods all across the country.

Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute

distinguishing them from the rest of the general population.

And that is, somebody wants them dead.

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search and rescue workers continue to arrive

at the site of this morning's catastrophic Beaumont bridge collapse

that sent dozens of vehicles and their occupants

plunging some 80 feet into the freezing waters of the platte river.

We caught up with Norman Baker, chief engineer and designer of the bridge,

as he left the offices of Hogeland bridge and tunnel on his way to the bridge site.

Mr. Baker! Do you have any idea why this happened?

No... no. It shouldn't have.

The bridge was good. The bridge was... was sound.

With proper maintenance, it should have stood a thousand years.

I just don't under... oh, my God. No, I'd better go.

Mr. Baker, one more question!

According to eyewitness accounts,

the collapse was proceeded by a loud, ghostly, almost moaning sound.

Any thoughts on what this might have been?

That's the noise steel makes when it's stressed beyond capacity.

That was a terrible day for you. Wasn't it, Norman?

It was the worst day of my life.

To stand in the midst of all that misery and suffering

and know that something I created was the cause...

but, as you later came to find out, the Beaumont bridge was not entirely your creation. Was it?

No, not entirely.

Can you explain to the court?

The NTSB investigation determined that the bridge came down

because the gusset plates were of inferior quality and insufficient gauge.

And were those plates used on the bridge to your specifications, as you designed?

No, they were not.

Isn't that your signature?

It looks like my signature, but I never signed that document.

Really? So, your signature appears on the plans for the faulty gussets,

but you never signed them? How is that possible?

It was forged by that man, Karl Hogeland.

That is a ridiculous claim made by a man who can't admit he screwed up.

Why on earth would I do such a thing?

To save pennies? No.

There's only one logical explanation.

The bridge was built exactly as Norman Baker designed it.

Mr. Baker, you made a deal with the government.

You went into witness protection to avoid prosecution, didn't you?

I went into witness protection because, after the collapse,

Karl came to my house and told me we had to get on the same page.

He said if I played ball and admitted that the bridge was built according to my plans,

he'd make me a rich man.

And if I didn't, I wouldn't be the first person who disappeared because they crossed him.

All clear. Let's go.

I don't understand. Why can't I stay for the verdict?

Because you're job here is done, and mine is to get you out of here safely.

Come on, let's go. Please. This is important to me.

No, it was important to Norman Baker, but he ceased to exist when you finished your testimony.

Now, Norman danzer has to leave all that behind.

What happened a minute or a year or ten years ago can have no bearing on your new life.

I know this is hard to swallow right now, but you're just gonna have to trust me on this one.

Hey, as long as we're just standing here,

you mind if I draw a bull's eye on your witness's forehead?

Come on, Norman. It's time to meet your future.

After a two month trial and only 11 hours of deliberations,

jurors found the defendant Karl Hogeland not guilty.

On all counts in connection with the collapse of the Beaumont bridge.

What?

Of course, I'm pleased with the verdict.

It's a terrible thing to be falsely accused, but this is no cause for celebration.

The survivors and the families of those who died

are left with aching hearts and no satisfaction.

Unbelievable.

Do I blame Norman? No.

He made a mistake that was compounded by a system of checks and balances that broke down.

I didn't make a mistake. Impossible.

I believe you. No, you don't.

meaning the forces in each member can be found in the principles of statics.

The sum of the forces in any direction acting on a body,

at any point, are zero in equilibrium.

I didn't make a mistake. I didn't.

Okay, you didn't make a mistake.

And you may be the only person on earth who knows that to be true.

But as hard as that is to swallow, it has to be enough.

Because it's all the satisfaction you're gonna get.

You have to let this go now.

Yeah, I know. I will...

Can I... can I use the restroom?

Sure.

You okay?

Right, right, then left.

So? They found Hogeland not guilty.

Yeah, we heard. How's he taking it?

About like you'd expect. He sees Hogeland's acquittal as an indictment of himself.

And what's more important, his work.

Well, on the plus side, Hogeland's acquittal lessens his motivation to take Norman out.

I don't think so. Hogeland's not the kind of guy who leaves loose ends lying around,

and Norman is definitely a loose end. Balcony.

I'll call 911.

Norman?

What are you doing?

Come on, buddy. Give me your hand and get down from there.

When I'm on a project and it all gets to be too much,

I go to the highest point I can find, look out,

and try to calculate what it would take to build a bridge all the way to the horizon.

And that helps you put things in perspective?

Sometimes.

Usually it just gives me a colossal headache.

But it's a fabulous way to procrastinate.

So, you're not contemplating suicide?

No. Why would I do that? I didn't do anything wrong.

Yeah.

Anybody have an aspirin?

You're really not gonna drive me to Norman's?

It's not my problem your car's in the shop.

And yet, somehow it's always my problem when yours is.

Now we're on the same page. But you like Norman.

Like is a very strong word.

I have exciting news, inspectors.

You've reached retirement age. Aw, we'll miss you.

Not that exciting.

No. A stapler.

Yes. But not just any stapler, Mary.

It's a Fleigler 2000 heavy duty electric staple fastening system.

The number one choice of stapling professionals worldwide.

Oh, my.

Darn right, oh my. Had to go to hell and back to get approval for that baby.

Quick trip.

Joke if you must, Mary.

But the Fleigler 2000 handles up to 80 pages at once.

You're such a liar. Here, let me try it.

Wait, those don't go together.

What? I could cobble shoes with this thing.

It is not a toy, Mary.

I know that.

Now, if there's anything else?

Yeah, is there a Fleigler staple remover?

It's back-ordered.

Oh, and before I forget, that overnight package you were expecting arrived.

It's under your desk.

Kansas City barbecue? From Kansas City?

Actually, it's from Omaha, but...

Oh, Marshall, you shouldn't have.

Paws off the ribs, people. Wait a minute.

You shipped in genuine Omaha KC barbecue and you're not sharing?

Now we're on the same page. They're for Norman.

Fine. I'll drive you. What a surprise.

How's Norman doing?

Pretty well. He's really an amazing guy.

But the one-year anniversary of the bridge is coming up,

and Minnie's bar-b-que was his favorite back home.

So, I thought, you know, he's all by himself and...

nothing cures the pain like a slab of ribs.

Something like that. Yeah. Go.

The ribs are for Norman. I know.

Marshall. Mary. What are you doing here?

Just wanted to come by, see how you're doing.

And bring you a little something.

Oh, great. Thanks.

Slow roasted and ready to eat. Just need to heat 'em up.

Excellent.

Okay, then. Show me to your oven. Let's fire these bad boys up.

Mind if we come in?

Sorry, the house is a bit of a mess.

Well, isn't that festive? Not good, but festive.

Not good at all. Norman, what is this?

It's just a... Norman, you know the rules.

Nothing from your past. It's too dangerous.

Yeah, and so is this.

What the hell are you thinking?

A signed document with your old name on it?

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Has anyone been in your house that could've seen this? A housekeeper?

No, I don't have a housekeeper. Really? It's astonishing.

Do you realize you could be terminated from the program for this?

As it is, I have to write up a violation report.

Okay, look, I apologize. It's just something I found online.

This hobby shop was selling model bridge kits and one plan was of the first bridge I ever built.

I couldn't resist.

But building that model was therapeutic.

It helped me put things in perspective.

You could have come to our office and stood out on a ledge for that.

I'll get rid of it if you want me to.

We're taking it with us.

Right after we have some ribs.

I can't believe you took those.

How long have you known me? Give me half.

Not a chance. They're my escort fee.

That didn't come out right. No.

Good morning, squish. Good morning.

No. You ate my ribs?

Um, no.

Brandi, I had those shipped in especially from Omaha, at great expense.

Okay, okay. I'm sorry.

Um, how about if I take you to frontier for breakfast?

Wherever you want. My treat.

Your treat? What's the catch?

No catch. I just thought it would be a nice thing to do.

I mean, can't a sister treat her sister to a nice meal every now and then?

You know, like, you know, sisters do?

Not when the sister who asked the sister hasn't had a job in a year. What do you want?

Mm, um, it's just this stupid paper for my stupid english class.

I have to describe myself from the perspective of a loved one.

And since mom's in alchy lock-up, well, I guess it's you.

How touching.

Yeah, lucky you.

So, how would you describe me?

Isn't the point of the assignment for you to figure that out for yourself?

No, you have to answer the questions about me. Look.

No, I can't. I can't right now. I've got to pick up Marshall. His car's in the shop.

Wow, that's a switch. What's next?

He's the smart one and you're the cute one?

Oh, wait. He's both.

So is tonight good? Sure.

Why is this st...

why are all of these stapled shut?

I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.

It's the Fleigler. It's so damn powerful.

She had the same problem with her gun when she first started.

What is it?

Albuquerque P.D. just reported finding Norman's car abandoned by the sixth street bridge.

They're calling it a suspected suicide.

Found it 7:30 this morning. Keys were in the ignition.

See anyone else around when you got here?

No, but they found a man's boot on the River bank. They're bagging it now.

also... I found this in the glove compartment when I was getting the registration.

"To whom it may concern, I've tried to forget the past.

Unfortunately, I could see no future either, which leaves me with nothing.

Best, Norman Baker."

This doesn't... feel right. It doesn't add up.

Everything with Norman added up.

I don't think he killed himself.

Are you saying that because you believe it, or because you think it's your fault?

I'm saying it because I know my witness.

Fair enough. What next?

How about you start crunching the particulars while I see what I can find at his house?

Sounds like a plan.

Marshall said Norman went to the gym every morning at 6:00 a.m.

Same routine, day in, day out.

Would have been easy for someone to know where'd he be, set up an ambush.

Make it look like suicide.

So, obviously Karl Hogeland goes to the top of our suspect list.

Here are Norman's phone and credit card records.

No activity since yesterday, and no calls to Nebraska on his home or cell lines in the past year.

Thanks.

And here's that list of the victims and surviving family members that you asked for.

Now, I ran NCIC checks on all of them and two in particular stand out.

Thomas Hanson lost his wife and two kidson the bridge,

and he's been petitioning every politician in the state trying to bring Norman to trial.

And, uh, Mark Andrews.

He's been quoted as saying he doesn't want to bring Norman to trial, he wants him dead.

Sorry it took me so long, but I had to unstaple all the folders.

Not a problem.

Oh, and Omaha FBI just faxed these over.

Death threats sent to Norman's old house after he was relocated.

If there's anything else? A cup of coffee would be nice.

I'm sure it would.

She's actually growing on me.

"Marshall, these drafting tools were given to me by my father

when I graduated from Georgia Tech.

I'd like for you to keep them and my stereo system.

They need a good home. Thank you for all you've done.

Your friend Norman Baker."

Is Steven home?

Steven who?

Steven Mayberry. He lives here, I think.

This is Coulter Ave, right?

Yes, but there's no Steven Mayberry here.

You sure you have the number right?

Yeah, positive. I took this from his file folder.

He, uh... he wrote that himself when he first came to work at C&T.

Can you describe this Steven Mayberry for me, please?

Yeah, he's about 5'10", african american, thin, very serious, but sweet.

Who are you?

Marshall Mann, of the U.S. marshal service.

Oh, my God. What's this all about? Is Steven okay?

You're scaring me.

That makes two of us.

You said steven works with you at C&T...

Chemicals and Toxins. Yeah, for almost nine months.

We were almost out of business before he came along.

Do you know him very well?

No, I mean, he kept to himself mostly, but I liked him. Everyone did.

We're all gonna miss him a lot.

Why, what makes you think he isn't coming back?

The fact that he quit two days ago.

Just came in, cleaned out his office, and said goodbye.

I'm just stopping by to bring the stuff he left in his locker.

He had a lockerwith stuff in it?

Yeah, this box and four others just like it in my trunk.

May I? Yeah, sure, go ahead.

Looks like Norman was supplementing his income.

I don't know what it looks like he was doing.

Hey, Eleanor, how you coming with Mayberry's financials?

I'm working on it. Okay.

Oh, and you'd better order more staples. I think we might be out.

"Like so many other disasters throughout history,

the Beaumont bridge was brought down by Hubris.

Norman Baker's belief in his own infallibility... "

guess who said that?

Stop torturing yourself... and me... and put it in the Karl pile.

Have you noticed how testy you get when we're dealing with my witnesses?

It has nothing to do with whose witness we're dealing with.

It has nothing to do with whose... with whom... it has nothing to do with who... with who...

whose witness with whom we're dealing.

What's with that sentence?

Look, anyway, is there any part of you that's willing to at least consider the possibility that

Norman isn't up to much of anything right now?

Meaning? Meaning that may be he actually did kill himself.

No, think about it.

Norman's already in Witsec pretending to besomeone he isn't.

He wouldn't go to the trouble of inventing yet another identity if he wasn't planning something.

And he wouldn't just walk away from a plan without seeing it through.

I know my witness, and he isn't frivolous. He has an endgame.

Give me a break. You didn't even know he had a beginning game.

Very clever, but look at this table.

Five boxes full of obsessing over all things bridge related.

That model we confiscated.

All these articles about Karl Hogeland. Living a double life.

Actually, that would be a triple life.

Okay, so the bank can't officially open Mayberry's account for us until they have warrant in hand.

But the manager was understanding, and told me what he could.

Norman, aka Steven Mayberry, opened a savings account eight months ago.

And since then, he's direct deposited his salary every two weeks like clockwork.

No withdrawals until day before yesterday,

when he cleaned out the account to the tune of just over $60,000.

Ten in cash, the rest in a bank check.

Where would you like me to put this?

Oh, don't. You make it too easy, Eleanor.

Isn't that what your dates usually say? At least I have dates.

In a matter of weeks, you've dragged a perfectly nice church lady out of the pews and into the gutter.

Yep, and a 60-grand withdrawal is interesting.

I told you, mark my words, Norman has an endgame.

"End" being the operative word.

For all you know, he reached the end of his endgame.

He might have mailed the money to a relative and taken a dive into the Rio Grande as an encore.

Not very likely. Why is that?

Because flight manifest shows Steven Mayberry flew from Albuquerque to Omaha, 9:00 this morning.

Hogeland's speaking at the memorial ceremony tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.

Norman's gonna be there. Look.

Why? Why? Why stage a suicide? Why create an alias?

Why quit his job and clean out his bank account? What the hell's he doing?

I don't know what, but I don't think it's good.

You think Norman's coming after me.

Yes, and we have reason to believe the threat is imminent.

Then I'd better draw the shades.

I wouldn't want him shooting me in the back now, would I?

As opposed to the front? Can I get back to you on that?

All due respect, Miss Shepherd.

Norman is no killer.

An awful engineer, yes, but no killer.

We can offer you temporary protection.

If you choose not to accept our services,

we strongly advise you not to attend the memorial tomorrow.

Not an option. I have to be there.

For the families. The community.

The pr.

The offer stands. You want us with you or not?

Do what you have to do, but be as inconspicuous as possible.

I've been planning the memorial far too long to have it go sideways.

See you in the morning.

You think Hogeland's been planning the memorial as long as Norman's been planning to kill him?

Not bloody likely.

Brandi, hi.

Um, where are you?

Yeah, listen, something came up, but...

You know what? Forget it.

I'll just pretend that I have a clue what you'd say about me. Bye.

Brandi... Another Shannon family crisis?

Yeah, what else?

We better hurry up and get to the memorial site.

It looks like it's gonna bean all-nighter.

Every morning since that horrible day,

I wake up and wonder about those who perished.

What would they have done with the days since?

Would they have celebrated the passing of the seasons?

Fall. The rustle of leaves beneath their feet.

Position one all clear.

Wintertime.

I have eyes on a possible threat.

Copy that. I need a 20.

Spring. 50 yards.

I've got the flank. Rear parking lot.

or the blaze of summer when youth...

Police! Freeze!

You people ruined a very important day for me.

I promise there will be repercussions.

He's gonna repercuss.

So the day wasn't a total loss.

This is Marshall.

Okay. Yeah, all right. Thanks.

Norman's been arrested. He's in jail 70 miles away.

No wonder he didn't show up.

Highway patrol pulled him over on old Watson highway.

All right, thanks. Norman.

Come on, buddy. Norman.

Is it me or have we just been wrong all day long?

I'm Deputy Marshall Miller. This is Deputy Shepherd.

Word is you're Norman Danzer.

That's right. Try again.

Sorry? Here's how it goes.

I say, "I hear you're Norman Danzer." And you say, "No, deputy. I'm Thomas Hanson."

It's what we in law enforcement call a truthful response.

I don't know any Thomas Hanson.

Sure you do. Guy lost his wife and kids on the Beaumont bridge.

Been screaming for Norman's head.

We have newspaper clippings. Wanna see?

Would you give us a minute alone, please?

Okay.

Now you want to tell me where Norman is? I don't know.

You have his coat, his wallet.

You even told the police you were him.

Did you kill Norman? No, I swear. Okay?

Look.

About a month ago, he just showed up at my door. To apologize.

He begged me to hear him out.

I did, then I threw him the hell out of my house.

He was so shaken he left his coat and wallet behind.

I see. And with today being the anniversary,

you just decided to put on Norman Baker's jacket,

take a drive, and get drunk.

I didn't realize I had on Baker's jacket until I was already in cuffs.

Later, when I sobered up, I figured out what was going on.

Well...

it just seemed like pinning a DUI on him was some kind of poetic justice.

That's an excellent story, Thomas. Well-told. Imaginative.

Almost believable were it not for the fact that

I saw Norman the day before yesterday wearing that exact same jacket.

Listen to me, Thomas.

I know you. I know you understand.

We build our house on these manifold truths.

Rough hewn and perfect.

Like the ashlars of Solomon's temple.

What?

"He is to be condemned," but also deeply pitied.

"Wrong and injustice once done cannot be undone but are eternal in their consequences."

Who sent you?

"Without verity, there is no justice."

I am so sorry, Thomas, for your...

unspeakable loss.

But it's time now to quiet the voices shouting for revenge,

and listen to your own praying for justice.

He came to see me last night.

It was obvious he was suffering.

And he paid a heavy price.

He didn't ask for forgiveness.

He didn't ask for anything.

He just said, "do this and you and all the families hurt by the bridge collapse

will get your justice."

Maybe now you will.

Did he say what his plan was?

No. Only that...

he needed people to believe he wasn't where he was gonna be.

And that whatever I knew or didn't know wouldn't hurt me.

Okay. Thank you. Get some rest.

What do you got?

The security system has him out the door almost four hours ago.

The other employees have the day off.

Norman must've followed him here then grabbed him.

So where did he take him?

Call your sister.

Well thanks for the reminder, but don't you think this is a little more pressing?

The model bridge from Norman's house, he said it was the first one he ever built.

What do you bet it's somewhere in the greater Omaha area?

I need you to go out to my car. There's a print in the trunk.

Get it and read it to me.

Um, aside from the fact that what you just said made no sense at all,

it almost sounded like you were asking for my help with something.

Brandi, please, this is really important.

Yeah, well, so is my english paper.

Squish, listen.

I know you're right and I'm really sorry, but I need you now. Please.

Okay.

Huh, I'll be damned. It's a bridge.

Yeah, I know it's a bridge. I need the name of the bridge.

Um, let's see here.

Alls it says is "platte river crossing state highway 454."

Got it. Now what about my english assignment?

Hello?

Norman, put the gun down.

I will, as soon as he tells the truth.

That's close enough.

Norman, buddy, I really don't want to shoot you.

Norman, my partner might not want to shoot you,

but we've been up for 36 hours straight

because of you, and I'm fine with whatever gets me in bed the quickest.

Now putthe damn gun down before...

What's that?

Oh, Jesus, it's a dead man switch. Norman, what did you do?

I'm not a chemist by trade, but I think I whipped up a service able batch of nitroglycerin.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Get off the damn bridge! It's rigged with explosives! Go!

So if you shoot me, I let go of this switch.

Now, speak clearly to the camera, and tell the world what you did,

or I swear to God I'll kill you.

Screw you.

Jesus! My ear!

Norman, please, this nitro is really unstable.

To shockwaves from your guncould set it off.

What's it gonna be, Karl?

Five. Four. Three.

Two... All right, all right!

It... was me.

My contract with the state included a million-dollar timely completion bonus.

The steel mill in Japan that I hired had to shut down because of an earthquake.

The ultimate mill...

was tooled for a lighter gauge production.

I changed the plans so I could get the bridge finished on time.

And did I know anything about it? No.

In truth, I thought it would be okay.

I never thought that one minor compromise would bring it all down.

I'm sorry.

I know you don't believe me.

But I truly am.

All right.

Norman, please stop this. You're not a killer.

I'd say that's debatable.

All right, come on, Norman. You got what you want. Now let's go home.

Wh... what are you doing?

Thank you for being such a good friend.

For the record, my name is Norman Baker.

And I designed the Beaumont bridge.

Since the day of its collapse, I've gone over all my calculations...

every specification... to prove that Karl Hogeland altered my designs.

And that the failure occurred because of those alterations.

And I've come to the disturbing conclusion

that Karl Hogeland was correct when he stated that the modified plates

by themselves were not enough to cause the bridge to fail.

Truss bridges work because when properly designed,

they stand in equilibrium.

The sum of all the forces acting on one point equals zero.

However, in designing the Beaumont bridge,

I input the incorrect values,

causing the bridge to be out of equilibrium.

I calculated those values using critical assumptions I made

when I first started building bridges,

and have used them my entire career.

It was the combined effect of these structural inadequacies that resulted in...

that resulted in...

the bridge collapse...

and the loss of life.

Norman, let's just get off the bridge. We can work all this out.

I don't think so. Not this time.

I've designed 26 bridges in my career.

And like the village fool who's enamored by his own shadow...

Stood countless hours gazing up at each.

Imagining...

What they'd be like a thousand years from now.

Like the aqueducts of Rome.

Enduring testaments to the life of Norman Baker.

They, of course, were designed using the same flawed assumptions.

And left standing, will in time fail.

Unfortunately, I'll have to leave the demolition of all

but this one to someone else.

I am truly sorry for the people who have died,

the families who continue to suffer,

and all those whom I've disappointed.

As a last favor to me, will you please get that to the right people?

Of course, but this doesn't...

I need you all to get going now.

Norman, this is so unnecessary.

I'm gonna count backwards from ten.

And when I reach one, I'm gonna release this switch.

We have to do something. Norman, listen to me.

Everyone has failures in life.

Ultimately, all of us fail.

The aqueducts of Rome will fail.

But who we are, the standards by which we're measured,

lies in our response to those failures.

My dad used to tell me, "you don't fail until you quit."

I know it's a cliché, but it's the best I've got right now and it's true.

Please, Norman. Please don't quit.

You're too good a man.

The world needs people like you.

Thank you, Marshall.

I appreciate your kind words, and so many other qualities about you.

But now it's time for you to leave.

Ten.

Please don't make your last act on earth a colossal mistake.

I'm sorry.

I can't go from being someone who's never wrong to a guy who's never been right once.

I'm just not that flexible.

Nine. Norman.

Eight.

Goodbye, my friend.

Goodbye.

Seven. Let's go.

What are you doing?

We have to leave now.

He's gonna blow the bridge. No, he's not. Norman!

Marshall. Get her off the bridge now.

Six.

Mary, it's over. So what? You're just gonna quit?

What happened to your daddy's stupid cliché?

Marshall, five.

Norman. Norman, listen to me. Okay, listen to me.

What happened to you... it's not fair. I get it.

You... you plan for your life and you follow the rules

and you think it's all gonna work out 'cause it's supposed to work out.

And then it doesn't.

Something stupid... something happens and it all... it all just turns to...

it all falls apart and it just goes wrong.

And it sucks and it's not fair.

No, it is fair.

That's just it. I screwed up.

Fine. You blow this bridge.

I'm going with you. How's that for fair?

Four. Norman.

Mary. He's not gonna stop.

Shut up! You don't know. How do you know?

Because I know my witness.

Three. Mary.

No! Norman.

Two. No!

No!

One.

You want me to sugarcoat it, or you want the truth?

Can you sugarcoat the truth?

I suppose not.

Okay. What would your sister say was your tragic flaw?

My hamartia.

I think were she being completely honest,

Mary would say it's that

you shed your failures like a raincoat.

And get up day after God-awful day...

expecting things to work out,

even though it seems they never do.

God, you could sugarcoat it a little.

I said were she being completely honest.

He assessment of you says as much if not more... about her.

What does it say about her?

It says that she can't, uh...

she can't accept failure is a part of life.

The most important part.

It's the part that, um...

teaches us things.

And it's the part that hurts.

Okay. Well, enough about that.

Um, what does your loved one think is your greatest asset?

And don't say my chest.

People talk too much. People think too much.

We're all village idiots enamored with our shadows, oblivious to the setting sun.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm good. You?

Hey, are you still there?

Yeah, I'm here. I'm still here.

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