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On reticence

I’d like to say that I’ve been methodically slaving away at my various and sundry (by which I mean entirely too many) projects, and to a certain extent that’s been true… but mostly I’ve been staring at my hands wondering which task they should be dealing with at this moment… and I’m ashamed to say that I’ve spent a little bit (by which I mean a lot) more time sleeping than I’d like to report.

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On why I walked out

In retrospect, I think that’s what was playing in his mind while his passive-aggressive sulking about his worthless house guest was coming out of his mouth. Mind, this particular worthless house guest was just wagging her perfect booty before his conspicuously undeserving eyes, and had just an hour or so prior cooked without having been asked…

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