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My job, on the other hand is really freakin' boring. I miss having coworkers to complain to/about. Never thought I'd see the day when I'd miss drama...
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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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