 one will hurt you—we're with friends now."

She smiled a gentle, caring smile and waited patiently for Harry as if he was the most important person in the world. At that moment he was truly significant. _The coward._

A deeper, more melodious voice came from the massive presence at the door.

"Welcome, Harry. You know, Harry, we've all been where you are. Once you face your fear, it takes only a minute or two to see the good."

There seemed to be a long silence as Harry took it all in. Threat assessment

"Trust me, Harry," the voice insisted. "It's a joyous occasion, and you're welcome."

Harry moved out of the Shadows hesitantly—just enough so he could see in the light. Seeing Sam the second time made him hide again back in the darkness outside.

"Ha...How...many...are...you?" Harry looked at Desiree, who isn't talking. Desiree is letting Harry face his fears.

"Thousands," Sam confided conspiratorially, bending towards Harry who jumped back. "but don't you worry. They're not all here," the burly man said, still grinning from ear-to-ear.

Desiree gave Sam a reprimanding look for his flippant answer.

"Jist about thirty or forty of us rebels here right now," he continued, trying to sound friendly and folksy. He grinned at Desiree and winked. He switched back to standard English. "C'mon in, Harry. Everything's going to be all right. Trust me."

Harry knew it is an historical fact that when someone says, "trust me"—don't. Even Desiree had said it. He knew better. For some unfathomable reason, Harry trusted Desiree who had inched her way to Harry and grabbed his arm. Holding his hand tightly like one holds a child's, she led him into The Watering Hole, which is really more of a ballroom. Harry will smile at this image later and use it in political speeches, but at the moment all he can do is resist mentally. _Like the horse being led to water, she can't make me drink_, he thought, pulling out one of his historical trivia clichés.

Once inside, Harry found he was instantly and simultaneously, fascinated and
one will hurt you — we're with friends now. " 

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 " Welcome, Harry. You know, Harry, we've all been where you are. Once you confront your fear, it takes entirely a hour or two to see the good. " 

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 " Trust me, Harry, " the part insisted. " It's a joyous occasion, and you're welcome. " 

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one will hurt you—we're with friends now." a caring smile waited patiently for the important person in world. At that he was truly significant. _The coward._ deeper, more melodious voice came from the massive presence at the door. "Welcome, You know, Harry, we've all been where you are. Once you face your it only minute two to see the good." There seemed to be a long silence as Harry took it in. Threat assessment "Trust me, Harry," the voice "It's a joyous occasion, you're welcome." Harry moved out the hesitantly—just enough he see the light. Seeing the second time made him hide again back in the darkness outside. "Ha...How...many...are...you?" Harry looked at Desiree, isn't talking. letting Harry his "Thousands," confided conspiratorially, bending who jumped back. "but don't you all here," the burly man said, still grinning ear-to-ear. Desiree Sam a reprimanding look for his answer. "Jist about thirty or forty of us here right now," he continued, trying to sound friendly and folksy. He grinned at Desiree He switched back to English. "C'mon in, Everything's to all Trust me." knew it is an historical fact that when someone says, "trust Even Desiree had said it. He knew better. For some Harry Desiree who had her way to Harry grabbed arm. Holding his hand one a him The Hole, which is really of a ballroom. Harry will at this image later speeches, but at the moment all he can is resist mentally. _Like the horse being to water, she can't make me drink_, he thought, pulling out one his historical Once inside, Harry found he was instantly and fascinated and
 one will hurt you—we're with friEnds now."

She SmileD a gEntLe, CariNg smIle and waited paTIentLy for Harry as if he was the Most iMpORtanT PeRson iN the worLD. AT THat MoMeNt hE wAS tRuly sIgnIficant. _the coward._

A DeePeR, more melodioUS vOice came frOm tHe massive preSenCe at thE dOor.

"wElcomE, HaRry. YoU know, HARry, we'vE all been wHeRE you arE. once you FACe Your Fear, it takes only a mINuTE or two to see the Good."

ThErE SeEMEd tO be A long silenCe As HarRY took it ALl IN. tHreAT assessment

"TrUst me, Harry," tHE voIce insIsTed. "iT's a joyOus ocCaSIon, And you're welCome."

harry moveD out of THe ShadoWS hesitaNtly—juSt eNouGh so HE cOuLd sEe IN thE LiGht. sEeiNg Sam the SeCoNd timE madE HIM Hide AgaIn baCk in tHe darkness outSidE.

"Ha...HOW...maNy...are...You?" HaRry lOoKed at desireE, who iSn'T talking. Desiree Is leTting HarrY faCe His FeArs.

"ThOUsands," sam ConFided coNspiratORiaLlY, BENdIng towards Harry who JuMPEd Back. "but dOn't you WOrRy. tHey're not AlL heRe," thE BUrly mAn saID, sTill grinNing frOM eAr-To-ear.

DeSiRee gavE SAm a RepRimanDIng lOok for His flippAnt anSWer.

"Jist about thIRty or forty of uS ReBELs HEre rIghT now," he contiNued, TRyinG to sOUnD frIEndly And foLkSY. HE Grinned at Desiree and WiNked. He SwitcHed back to stanDard EnglisH. "c'MOn in, HarrY. EveRYtHIng's going to be aLl rigHt. Trust me."

HARry knew iT is an HistoricAl fact thaT WHen someoNe sAys, "TruSt mE"—DOn'T. Even Desiree hAD Said It. he knew bEttEr. For soMe uNfaThoMabLe Reason, HarRy trusteD DEsIrEe Who Had inCHed her waY tO HaRrY anD grabBEd his aRm. HolDing HiS hANd tIghtly lIKe ONE holDs A cHild'S, shE lEd him Into tHe WAtering hole, which Is rEAlly MoRe Of a ballRoom. Harry will SmIle at this iMaGe lAter anD USe it in poLitical speeches, but at the MOment alL he Can do Is reSist mentaLly. _like thE hoRSe beinG led to Water, ShE caN'T Make mE DRiNk_, hE tHought, pullING ouT one oF hIs hiStoricaL trivia clichés.

Once INsiDe, Harry found hE waS insTANtLy aND sIMulTaNEouSLY, fascinated and
 one will hurt you—we're w ith friend s now ."
Sh esmil ed a  gentle, carin g  smi le and waited patientl y for  H a rrya sif he  was th e  m o s t i mp or tan tp er son i n t he worl d. At that  mo me nt he was tr u ly  significa nt.  _The coward ._
A dee pe r,m ore m elo dious  voice came f rom the m as s ive pr e sence a t th e do or.

"Welcome, Ha r ry .  You know, Har ry, we 'v e  a l l  be enwhere youar e. On c e you f a ce y o urf ear, it takes  only a min u teor two  t o s e e thegood. "The re seemed t o be  a long s ilence as Harr y  took i t allin.  Th reat as se ssm en t 

" T ru stm e,Harry,"th evoice  ins i s t e d. " It' s ajoyou s occasion, a ndyou' r e w elcom e."
Harr ymoved  out o f the  S hadows hesitant ly—j ust enoug h s oheco uld s e e in t helig ht. See ing Sam the  s e c o nd  time made him hid ea g ai n back i n thed ar kn e ss outsi de .
"Ha. . . How.. .man y .. .are...y ou?" H a rr ylookedat  Desir ee , w hoisn't talk ing. D esiree i s let t ing Harry face his fears.

" T ho u s an d s,"Sam  confided c onsp i rato rial l y,  be n dingtowar ds Ha r ry who jumped back.  " but do n't y ou worry. The y're not a l l here," t he b u rl y  man said, sti ll gr inning fro m  ear-to- ear.
Desiree  gave Sam a  reprima ndi ngloo k f o r  h is flippant a n s wer. 
"Jist a bou t thirt y o r f ort y o fus rebels  here ri gh tno w, " h e con t inued, t ry ing  t o s oundf riendl y and  fol ks y. Hegrinned at D esir ee  a nd w ink ed . Heswit c hed  back t o standar d E n glis h.  " C'mon i n, Harry. Eve ry thing's go in g t o be a l l  right.Trust me."

Harry knewi t is an  hi stori calfact that  wh en som eon e  says,  "trus t me" —d on' t .  Even D es ire ehad said i t .  He  knew  b ette r. Forsome unfathomabler eas on, Harry tru ste d De s i re e w h oh adin c hed h er way to Harry  and grabb ed hi s arm. Hol d ing  h is hand  tightl y lik e  one ho lds a chi ld's, she  l ed h i m  in to The Wat ering Ho le, which is re a ll y mor e o f a ba ll roo m. Ha rry wi l l s mileat thi simagelater  a nd use i t in political speeches , butat th e m oment all  he can  do is re sist  mentally.  _L ike  thehor s e bei ng l e dtow ater,  she can't mak e  m e d r i nk _, he thoug h t ,  pu lling  ou t  one o f hi s historical triv i a clichés.

On ce i n s ide , H a rryfo und he was ins tan tl y and simu lt aneously, f ascinate da nd
 one_will hurt_you—we're with friends now."

She_smiled a_gentle,_caring smile_and_waited patiently for_Harry as if_he was the most_important person in_the_world. At that moment he was truly significant. _The coward._

A deeper, more melodious voice_came_from the_massive_presence_at the door.

"Welcome, Harry. You_know, Harry, we've all been_where you_are. Once you face your fear, it takes_only_a minute or_two to see the good."

There seemed to be a_long silence as Harry took it_all in. Threat_assessment

"Trust_me,_Harry," the voice insisted._"It's a joyous occasion, and you're_welcome."

Harry moved out of the Shadows_hesitantly—just enough so he could see in_the light. Seeing Sam the second_time made him hide again_back in_the darkness outside.

"Ha...How...many...are...you?" Harry looked_at Desiree, who_isn't talking._Desiree is letting_Harry face his fears.

"Thousands," Sam confided_conspiratorially, bending towards_Harry who jumped back. "but don't_you_worry. They're not_all_here,"_the burly_man said, still_grinning_from ear-to-ear.

Desiree_gave_Sam a reprimanding look for his_flippant_answer.

"Jist about thirty or forty of us_rebels here right now,"_he_continued, trying to sound_friendly and folksy. He grinned_at Desiree and winked. He switched_back to_standard English._"C'mon in, Harry. Everything's going to be all right. Trust me."

Harry_knew it is an historical fact_that when someone says,_"trust me"—don't._Even_Desiree had said_it._He knew_better. For some unfathomable reason, Harry trusted_Desiree who_had inched her way to Harry_and grabbed his arm._Holding_his hand tightly like one holds_a child's, she led him into_The Watering Hole, which is_really_more_of a ballroom. Harry will_smile at this image later and_use it in_political speeches, but at the moment all_he_can do is resist mentally. _Like_the_horse being led to water, she_can't_make_me drink_, he thought, pulling_out one of his historical trivia_clichés.

Once inside, Harry found he was instantly and simultaneously,_fascinated and