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Originally Posted by atisketatasket
Now you're speaking in unaluna... 
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I've been waiting for my divorce papers since February. I might just be the tiniest bit peeved.
I'm also less than pleased at the limits of my protective order. I have no choice but to meet with the ex regularly, because of the kids, and he can harass me as much as he likes at that time and there's sweet f-a- that can be done about it because it's my word against his
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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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