Sorrow catches yanks unravels Pre-meditated murders enrage and constrict. No more us and them. It's us not them now. fear scurries, pulls hair roots. panic scratches, lurks. a spotlight shines: Danger visible, as palpable as blaring sirens. Some shout: 'Attack!' Gandhi whispers: 'Let's ponder over tea harvested and dried with love, steeped in wisdom and keen observations.' Let's warm and uplift our spirits, examine this dilemma of crimes on a massive scale. Let's weigh our options and bask in tea's healing balm.
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