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Lawyers. evil grin in Stopdog's direction
Seriously though, all the lawyers I know IRL fancy themselves pshrinks, so maybe it's more like if they couldn't be a lawyer, they'd be a T.
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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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