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It happens every so often. Probably more than I like to admit.
The best way to deal with it, I think, is to ignore it. To tough it out--for one more night--and then in the morning maybe things will be okay. Sometimes they are, sometimes they aren't.
But what can I do? I go this alone, because my silence is the only thing holding my stitches together.
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