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Okay, I'm on a roll here. If I had previous T for a day I'd drag her to sparring practice with me. ;-P I did tell her a few times that I felt like showing up to therapy in my sparring gear.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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