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Fisheye Lens by Diane Smith “Good deeds are created by Do-Gooders, “ I muse aloud. “Ah, but that is what They would like you to think.” She states this with a particular grin upon her face. “They? The Do-Gooders, well yeah. Of course they do, that’s how they get you to go along with the whole peace on the green earth thing.” I, of course, had it figured out by now. How about all those sad images to pull your heartstrings while they pass about the hat? She shakes her head at me, like one does a misled child. “They, as in the Self-Servers.” The camera she has been gazing steadily into for the las