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Please, Ly, I've been very clear on all of this. If it still bothers you, that's really too bad, but since this kid is gone I'm not sure how reiterating is going to help either of us.
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A SPIDER sewed at night
Without a light
Upon an arc of white.
If ruff it was of dame
Or shroud of gnome,
Himself, himself inform.
Of immortality
His strategy
Was physiognomy.
--Emily Dickinson
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