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Edgewise Edgewise 2010-04-11 All Points Bulletin! It was a poem, and it went something like: The years were climbing over him like wee, red ants. WHO WROTE THIS? HOW DID IT GO? Google is worthless sometimes. Yes, it's my birthday. Don't worry. I swear I can only see one ant from here, and it looks quite friendly. posted by Jeanne at 17:03 13 comments 2010-03-25 Opting Out It was sad, but I took it as laid back as I could. I didn't have much choice if I wanted to leave there with my sanity. They asked me, and I had to admit, it wasn't like I didn't see it coming. It was what I'd call a drawn out demise. Loss of a partner more than a year ago, no "action", no real contact at all. No sense of purpose. In the end, the pain was just too overpowering. But what a day. Over an hour in that unpleasant office, trying to block out the sounds of people "getting to the root" of it. All I really felt at the end was numb. And to top it off, when I got home and wanted...

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