PRONOUNCEMENT: THE MARKET IS NEVER GOING TO PULLBACK AGAIN

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AS YOU EAT CHEESE AND BREAD, EVER-SO-GENTLY, DIPPING INTO A SMALL VAT OF OLIVED OIL, “THE FLY” IS MOVING AMONGST THE SHADOWS, ARMED WITH KNIVES AND TNT, LIT FUSES, IN SEARCH OF HIS PREY.

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Good Day.