I see how drained you are every single day, deep in sleep within minutes on trains and buses on the way home, lasting just long enough to get to your doorstep before you drift into comatose. Yet you still feel bad about not spending enough time with me, worrying about how it isn't fair for me to travel all the way but end up doing nothing. You try
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