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I found the solution: spend half the day 1,000 feet underground inhaling dust as a 'shearer' grinds a coal seam into rubble; walk about five miles along tunnels whose walls sag and roofs are crumbly, slipping on wet gravel and mud, praying that your headlamp won't go out; drive several hours and then get lost in Baltimore after dropping a friend off; visit all the neighborhoods you really shouldn't and drive through a red light because getting T-boned is preferable to dealing with the guy who's assaulting your car door; find your away around all the closed roads and finally arrive home in a state of exhaustion; crawl into bed and fall instantly asleep.
Nightmares notwithstanding, by Jove, I slept. I'm still so tired tonight that it's lights-out time for me. No woobie needed.
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The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated. - Ghandi 
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