Oh, World/Inferno Friendship Society, I have not listened to you in a dog's age, and that is a failing on my part for which I likely owe some kind of attrition to you and/or whatever deity you hold to.
Life trundles on, unaware of the fact that I would prefer it to perhaps trundle a little to the left, and sometimes I wouldn't mind if it trundled
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