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So I stand stunned, in the driving rain, with nowhere to go. Estranged in one degree or another from every person that has ever shared in my life. There's a reason for every move, every action and every word but the things that have led here are silences, missed chances, and fear. And nowhere in my life can look back and say that it is here or there that I should have been able to forecast this place. I feel like a bomber on its last mission, full of holes, trailing smoke with little hope and only duty and intent to keep it flying.