“Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.” -Albert Schweitzer


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Benjamin Franklin Gates sighed in frustration and snapped his cell phone shut when his call went to his mother's voice mail, again. "That's four times now."
"It's still fairly early in the day, Ben," Abigail Chase, his fiancée, pointed out, pouring coffee for both of them. "She could still be asleep."
He shook his head, setting his cell phone on the kitchen table and idly spinning it with his fingers, first one way then the other. "Not my mother. She's always up disgustingly early and fully cognizant. Unlike normal human beings who need coffee to help them wake up." &nb
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