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Had to stop, lest I ruin my car. He comes to my window. At first, I'm ready to floor it, thinking this cook is some kind of deranged lunatic. But, just before I can speed off, I notice a couple of tickets in his hand. Curious, I take a closer look through my window and...
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"These bodies are perishable, but the Dweller in them is eternal."
—The Bhagavad Gita
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