To a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
To a man with only a hammer, a screw is a defective nail.
To a man with only a nail, everything looks like a hammer.
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She ran through the darkened streets, harsh breathing absorbed by the endless fog of Lower Cogtown. She’d lost the whistles of the gendarmerie five streets ago, but that was no reason to stop.
It was no reason to even slow.
To a man with a hammer, every problem looked like a nail.
To a man with a screwdriver, every nail was defective.
But heaven help you - and only heaven could help you - if all you had was a hex nut.
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