Hysteresis

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  1. Anonymous9:12 pm

    yeah.

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  2. Archange1:31 pm

    happy ending though

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  3. Anonymous1:59 am

    good, then. Normal life resumes.

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  4. Archange10:35 am

    at a lower ebb

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  5. Anonymous10:51 pm

    nobody can maintain the high points without a monumental crash and burn.

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  6. Archange12:14 pm

    well, it's officially over now. DIvorce looms. The shorter one is to be "no longer" in another sense.

    Still can't come to terms with it (worried about the shortest ones - my boys).

    Now the tone of this blog is explained.

    The shit in the river was very different today. (next post title)

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  7. Anonymous1:11 am

    It's like a death, I think. I hope that you are able to stay near your boys and continue to be an active parent for them. Ah, bah. There aren't the words. . .

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  8. Archange1:31 am

    Well, I have to say, the bits and pieces you've left here are much appreciated.

    We're not being vindictive, we're not being fairly unfair.

    Thanks.

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  9. Anonymous2:25 am

    It's a bits and pieces situation, this internet thing. So strange, sorto of 'talking' to someone so far away yet so immediate. There isn't a prescident (sheva wept, I'll never learn to spell). Just sound that one out. Unless it's spelt correctly, in which case have a good laugh.

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  10. Archange9:50 am

    precedent, I think you mean, as in "we've had two Bushes in the Whitehouse, that makes the first one Precedent Bush"

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  11. Anonymous10:49 pm

    giggles

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