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Out of the blue the ex has called three nights in a row to talk to the eight year old, but really to talk to me - he hardly ever calls, and unsurprisingly she doesn't want to talk to him. Last night he was asking me to cook for him. Night before he was asking if I had done my taxes already and if we could file jointly... The man is delusional.
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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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