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I'm beginning to wonder if there's a force in the known universe that can get it through to my ex that we are never, ever, EVER, getting back together.
I mean, he already has two misdemeanors for order of protection violations, and he's looking at at least one more... The reality avoidance is strong with that one...
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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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