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Lycurgus' mother's name was Scarlett, though one could get her attention by calling out "Alice" or even "Kelryn" or her given name "Jessica." Having a mother who could not choose a name or a permanent mate or place of residence had a great impact on the young man. He was playful outwardly, but inside, was afraid. And he kept his weapon close. He was good with his weapons.
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Yeah, that’s the most important thing, man. Because when there is a “Way,” man, therein lies the limitation. And when there is a circumference, it traps. And if it traps, it rottens. And if it rottens, it is lifeless.
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