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You are completely right about him. I'm just too nice. Being a ***** is not really in my nature, but I'm learning. I've been so stressed out all weekend dealing with his crap. I won't let him away with it. Sh^t's gonna hit the fan tomorrow.
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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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