That was a graceful bow-out if I ever had one. You only get that chance once. It's really something to keep yourself contained in the middle of chaos. I learned that from my old man. Grace under fire...for damn sure. Someone once stuck a shotgun in his face (another story), and he didn't flinch. The power goes out in the entire corridor and people start scrambling, but I did not. I got through the barricades and found my way to my bed. Shook the right hands and gave the right hugs. A table only stands strong when all of the legs hold their weight. No matter what's on top of it. That's the way it should be.
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