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You hand me a script,
thanks for the offer.
A way to live life,
add to my coffer.

Your play is but one,
many scripts given.
Do not be upset,
if yours not chosen.

I create my life,
the way I see fit.
Picking and choosing,
is my greatest gift.

Fore when I am asked,
if I have been good,
alone I answer,
with all doubts removed.

– Speak

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