If a path to the Gingerbread House could be established by breaking crumbs off its edifice and sprinkling them so as to find what lies behind us across the featureless fairytale void of childhood: yet how very quick that trick wears out when the story's track takes hold, takes toll, a far-older trail prevails, we're forced to give up this lost cause; and the fact is that every last morsel was gone long before the you or I might totter our way back here to try to dissuade all these other Hansel-Gretels hollering in queue.
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