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From time to time, I have been labeled an "optimist".

More like an accusation, really.

And, I have to admit that it is true.

Even when the villains have beaten their way through the gate I still think that perhaps we can become friends. Or that they really want to take care of me in my old age. Or that perhaps one or two of them will come to my defense and convince their colleagues that I am an OK guy. Who should survive.

This, from the NYTimes today, touched me heart. C'est moi.

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