Remember how I said that people are stupid? Extend that sentiment. There's this thing called the Lotos flower. This flower is like a crack-opium-shroom mixture, to put it modestly. Whenever someone eats this retarded "lotos" flora, they lose all want to see their home again. After we landed, I sent out three guys to check out this place and *poof* they're gone. There was only one thing to do. "I drove them, all three wailing, to the ships, tied them down under their rowing bences, and called the rest: All hands aboard; come, clear the beach and no one can taste the Lotos, or you lose your hope of home. (IX, 105-109)" So many minor setbacks, so little time. You know how they say its easy to forget how someone looks like the longer you don't see someone. I honestly can't remember what my son looks like...wait, wasn't the last time I saw him when he was a baby?!?
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