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sawylDear God — something that means precisely nothing beyond giving a hint of my upbringing, fulsome as it was with casual blasphemies offered up towards a God in whose existence we all doubted — but I'm so tired I can barely think straight. Even though it's only eight, I think I'm going to go to bed.
