Just as I knew, a screamed secret. He who can't track, can't shoot for shite. I saw you in so many places, and not all were mirages.
My strategy and tactics have been clear from the outset, haven't they? This bottle sent to the sea states: "not just to ten or a hundred, but with me you can count." It is not much, it's just the whole of me.
We could probe, or we could prove. Or both.
That, you also know. What keeps you?
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