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Conditions were established, a deadline was mutually agreed upon, and consequences were set. There is a price to paid.
We have finally achieved a peaceful resolution, and harmonious shalom has been established as nearly as can be on this side of the door.
The dark rain that pelted our small field has lifted, the countenance of the clouds has lightened, and "pax patris" has been re-established.
All is well.
But what is this? Do I hear lamenting and wailing from the shadier corners of my kingdom?
"I can't find my spiderman un'waaaaaaare!"
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