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Well, if I don't make any sense, now, I didn't ever, and cruel was being kind to stick around, or maybe clever. But, I know it gets taxing, can't relaxing, in an extended squall, calling for fairer weather. I don't just get wet, give away all umbrellas, like the ocean, I feel the rain. Sorry to complain, my heart broken