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| He was dangerous and he knew it. He knew that the little girl down the street no longer liked to play with him, because he had burnt her tricycle just by looking at it. Perhaps when this girl became a woman she would be a fearless advocate of Inner Awareness just from having witnessed this simple feat, but more likely she would suppress it and make herself bitter toward all the works of men. He wished there was a woman Sender in the neighborhood, but although he dreamed of meeting one some day, he had no proof that women Senders even existed. None had come to him in his dreams, and he could only assume that if they did exist, their business was elsewhere: they were plugged into some other circuit. |
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