Temptations are everywhere, and can take any shape. And they are fast. You may run, but they will get you. There is no point in running. The art is to walk slow, even if in the opposite direction, as to keep the little nagging dwarf inside one that is our conscience at bay. That dwarf is the small part that will always feel bad when all the other parts feel good. The one that others should have. The one that is awake when we know we can get caught.
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