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“It’s never been for me,” Tom realizes. “I am just the vehicle, I am just the medium. Oh, Tom. Oh, Tom. That’s your old hubris coming back, that is. I actually thought it was for me. Haha. Ha ha!”

Mr. Loggins opens his mouth but Tom silences him with a voice like a whip of sound.

“I am given to the world, Mr. Loggins, for people like you, to save those who haven’t dared to dream, and maybe because they couldn’t.”

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