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Peter, all the times we talked of honesty
Fairness, justice
All of those times I counted on you
To have the courage
To take those dreams
Out into the world
I can't live your dreams anymore
I want a life of my own
You've been given a gift Peter
With great power comes great responsibility
Take my hand son
No, Uncle Ben
I'm just Peter Parker
I'm Spider-man, no more
The story of an artist
Who sacrifices his integrity
For the sake of a good lunch basically
And perhaps, we should say
Who could blame them?
Except that he then blames himself
And effectively can't deal with his own self-destruction
You are responsible to those people
To lighten their darkness
And it does not matter what happens to you
You are being used
In the way a crab is useful
It is impersonal
This force that you didn't ask for
And this destiny you must accept
Is also your responsibility
And if you survive it
If you don't cheat
If you don't lie
It is not only your glory, your achievement
It is almost our only hope
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A long time ago, I was in Burma
My friends and I were working for the local government
They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones
But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit
So we went looking for the stones
But in six months
We never found anyone who traded with him
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