Please tell me this pathetic excuse for a T at least gave you a referral. Just ditched you with no warning *and* burdened you with his friend's death. What a jerk!
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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,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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