"Four scores and seven years ago, our forefathers brought forth, upon this continent..."
This is Saturday night, one of the quiet nights in this neighborhood, and I am sitting here, waiting for a telephone call that will activate a series of calls that I will have to make to the many people who in turn have to pick up their telephones and make further calls, and so forth, as if a toothache is being communicated through the telephone lines that stretch into a vast network that imitate the nerve bundles that mimic a toothache...
Who is in pain?
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