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Good luck Growly!
I go tomorrow too, and I want to spend the hour talking about ME dammit! Not the piece of shite stbx. I'm telling T that as soon as I walk in the door.
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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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