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Already tried to save this marriage. T was our couples' counselor before he was my T. H was handed plenty of opportunities to change. He knew better than everyone.
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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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