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It takes less than a minute to text something like 'Hi HG! Really busy lately, looking forward to having a nice chat when life slows down a bit! Love u bye!'
Don't be making excuses for 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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