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It’s a pity, they said glumly, that because of your neglect we are obligated to remove it; and although it’s been quite comely and you may wish to reflect, there is absolutely no way to improve it. They gazed into my eyes and said “Once it’s gone it will look bad but there’s no way it can be corrected. When something dies it must stay dead. Best to remember what you had than hope some day it might be resurrected.” But though I took their words to heart, I swore I’d not forget it, although it left me in some disarray. There are some things from which we cannot part painlessly.  And I regret it; and still deplore the day they took my Porsche  away.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
EVERYTHING DIES
It’s a pity, they said glumly, that because of your neglect we are obligated to remove it; and although it’s been quite comely and you may wish to reflect, there is absolutely no way to improve it. They gazed into my eyes and said “Once it’s gone it will look bad but there’s no way it can be corrected. When something dies it must stay dead. Best to remember what you had than hope some day it might be resurrected.” But though I took their words to heart, I swore I’d not forget it, although it left me in some disarray. There are some things from which we cannot part painlessly.  And I regret it; and still deplore the day they took my Porsche  away.
joseph-sinclair
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
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