There's nothing that can be done. Whatever you think, however much you care, it's not going to make a ha'p'orth of difference. You can worry and care and love until you eat your own liver and you're still sat in your own armchair while, a thousand (or 3 or 5 or 7) miles away the world goes to hell in a handcart. You, all those miles away, end up
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