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we receive the miracle of sleeping little boys and wife is on to her work laptop to figure out her presentation for tomorrow on hardly any sleep at all as i type away at nonsense poetry that will never make us any money but probably helps me raise our boys to be less of an asshole than i am with two ice cubes swimming in a finger of gin next to me and at least a thousand writers suffering out there in the bloody moon full night
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