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Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.

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R. Scott Bakker
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 2
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Richard Scott Bakker
Lost
Desperation
Anguish
Consequences
Mad
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Narcotic
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Became
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