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Progress slips through my hands like sand through a sieve. The old two steps forward, and three steps back tango. A hearty wall of granite. A levee which retards my growth from surging. No mortar needed. Every block perfectly hewn from quarries of memories. The fit so perfect that nothing may slip through. So here I am. Stagnant. It's architecture perfect. The great wall ascends...
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Poor girl got spayed today. She's taking it like a champ tho, all sprawled out on the couch.