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My T keeps trying to get me to talk about sex. He finally came straight out with it session before last. I looked at him like he had three heads - I have a SNs child, I'm working up the courage to get divorced, I'm trying to make friends and I need to get my career kickstarted and you want me to talk about SEX?! Are you freakin' NUTS?!
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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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