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My thoughts get to racing badly sometimes, and I admit, I do occaisionally talk to my dog. I know that he doesn't understand, but it just helps to get some of it out of my head. With being mixed at present, my thoughts seem to go either lightspeed or a snails pace, depending on which way I'm leaning.
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This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!
~William Shakespeare~
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