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			It is the hobby, in an effort to police itself, instead slamming itself. 
 One of my daughters once walked up to me in a group of folks, all of us talking. She quietly said, "Dad, quit being a spoon." I processed that, then stepped aside to ask her about what she'd said. She told me that I'm always stirring people, that instead I should leave them alone. She was right. And Mr. Nash is a spoon. Takes one to know one. At times we need spoons. But not everything needs stirring.
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