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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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