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September 1st.
The days move along with regularity, over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long, continuous chain. I seethe, yet there is no prospect of cope. I make this brief.
I will return soon, or not, I hope.
The days move along with regularity, over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long, continuous chain. I seethe, yet there is no prospect of cope. I make this brief.
I will return soon, or not, I hope.
