Fourteen years. I wonder how much of me is left in there. Is it all of me? Just... altered, somehow? Vessel a little tarnished, some film over the top of the stew? Or is it a whole new pound of flesh? What's that old yarn, you know, about the ship? If you replace every part of it, one at a time, is it the same boat? Am i just gonna keep asking
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