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Early post this morning as I have to spend the second chunk of my morning being a good human and lighting a candle for someone I spent a quarter century and 96 pages exorcising but hey, Macro0090 is in the wild and I've slept an extra hour so I guess I'm prepared to partake in the ceremonial bloviations which hold no solace or comfort for me whatsoever and absorb and deflect the Im so sorrys and such a wonderful and blah blah blahs and the close proximities and hugs and my late fucking lunch which will REALLY make things bearable because truly, it's the living (and their attendant rituals) that make death un–.