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So, I was browsing womens' meetup groups because, well, Ineedalifealready and suddenly I find myself in a fit of panic at the infinitely tiny chance of running into previous T or T's wife. WTF is wrong with me?! I don't want to hide in my house forever!!
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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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