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He was like a stag caught in a trap,
awaiting the arrow that would pierce its heart.
He was like a bird flying into a snare,
little knowing it would cost him his life.
He was like a stag caught in a trap,
awaiting the arrow that would pierce its heart.
He was like a bird flying into a snare,
little knowing it would cost him his life.
He built this mess and now he wallows in it. His blanket denials could unravel him, especially if proof emerges. Recall my cardinal political rule: explaining is losing.
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