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"There's a secret," you say, "a secret that'll change everything."

And you hand me a roll of silvery paper.  You tell me to wrap it around the places that leak.

So I put it on my eyes.  And I put it on my chest.

And all of a sudden the salt won't come out anymore.

But the holes are still there...

I can feel them.

All I can say now is that duct tape doesn't fix everything.

But it does stifle the pain a bit.

And if that's what I get, that's what I'll take.