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As night falls upon our hero, we ponder what might have been, had his life not been cut so disaterously short.
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Might this single, insignificant flea be capable of great thought? Could he have been an anomaly among fleas, brilliant in the methods of science and literature?
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Could he have been a poet, a philosopher, a world leader? We shall never know, for this flea is dead! Alas, with only one final thought to impart...
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