*Gerald dies*
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*out of nowhere, a beacon strikes Aflac, and coming out of the light is Gerald*
I know what it’s like to lose. To feel so desperately that you’re right, yet to fail nonetheless. It’s frightening, turns the legs to jelly. But I ask you to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now it’s here. Or should I say, I am