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I don’t know how to feel.


Torment is a much adored, liberalized coercion notice; to the point that lazy falsehoods are proportional to the world others sleep in.


The passing of my 14 year old dog has left me in a emotional quagmire. It’s not called the labor of grief for nothing.


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