I cannot speak of the things I have seen, nor seek the comfort for the pain I feel. If I did, this nation would descend into a deeper kind of madness, or think of it's president mad. The truth, I am afraid, must live as paper and ink. Hidden and forgotten until every man named here has passed to dust.
-Seth Grahame-Smith
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