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I cannot feel that they're kindred souls, when the roles in life they secretly seek (in perpetuation of the nation's class division) are cash down bounty-paying jobs in the bastions of privilege. While riven with pangs of private social guilt, I've built my stance at the Mecca-point for bridges, expecting anointment as their natural leader - while the rest might question my compatibility with group ethos. The teeth I'd like to grow for problem-attack are practically stunted (blackened and fractured) by my care for squaring the desired goals with the soulless messy residue of this compromised position.      But if I turned to seek those other ends,      it might involve rejection of my friends.