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Originally Posted by clinpsycstudent
Oh no!  That would have been quite awkward, JustShakey! :P |
Awkward for her certainly. She did not want to discuss it. At all. I was blinded by the transference at the time and picked up that she thought I would hate her and think she was a ***** (an old, fat ***** to be precise). I was more concerned with reassuring her that I didn't hate her.  Now I'm angry, back then, I was just worried about her.
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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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