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And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job–where the machine seems to run on much as usual–I loath the slightest effort. Not only writing but even reading a letter is too much.
And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job–where the machine seems to run on much as usual–I loath the slightest effort. Not only writing but even reading a letter is too much.
