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So here I am once again starring myself in the eye asking the probing question, "What do you see?"
"Can you answer me this my old friend, what do you see?"
The old man, sits patiently as he strikes the wooden match to bring the first spark of life to his sickly sweet cigar. "I see you looking back over my life and wondering what you would change. Have you pondered where it would be different you, had ponied up the courage to ask a question, of yourself?"