It's testosterone. Our curse and saving grace, what makes an elephant in musth charge blindly, or cause a lion to die defending his pride from... marauders.
Just another senseless note in a long series of them.
I'm not back in the game yet, I'm simply following impulses. It's been too long to think and behave like a reasonable person, and I paid the price.
I did not shave.
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