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... y, there is failure and non-failure. Guess which one I am?"
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Our carriage stopped at what could generously be called a side entrance.
Far from the crimson carpets and elaborate flower arrangements that greeted the important arrivals. While Leo got a red carpet and a small orchestra, I wasn’t joking, actual musicians with actual instruments playing what I suspected was his house’s ancestral anthem, we faced a simple stone archway marked by a bronze plaque.
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