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Monday, October 24, 2016

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The problem with the past
Is that, at the time,
We didn’t know what would happen.
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Disclaimer: I am not a licensed psychologist and nothing in this blog should be considered a professional opinion or psychotherapy. If you are experiencing a mental health emergency, you should call 911 immediately. If you are experiencing moderate distress, I highly recommend psychotherapy. If you're experiencing no distress whatsoever, you may be legally dead. If you're legally dead, could you ask God why He stopped returning my calls? I kinda miss the Big Galoot... [And the Bastard owes me money.]
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