All stories need to start somewhere, and this one starts in the kitchen of a restaurant in Fargo, North Dakota.
"Ask me for a birthday present."
"Remember this dream, it's a prophetic dream."
"I have never dropped you!"
"Now you understand, a little of how I feel..."
"What if you were one of them?"
"I told Peter."
"I'm just showing off."
"I want a nameless and faceless generation"
"And if you EVER"...
"He's one of my wounded exhorters."
"Whose servant are you?"
"It wouldn't have been a contest!"
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