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I think there might be something in it Art... The ex was covered under me at one point, because his record was so bad. Double triple check it though.
Eta: get it in writing from them, then you'll be safe
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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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