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A couple of times by my parents, including once where they wanted to talk to me about some kind of family matter, and when they saw what I was doing, were like, "Oh, well, come talk to us about something when you're finished." I was, like, "Believe me, I'm finished."
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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