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    • The gas leak
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    • The long road to teatime
    • Last stop before insomnia
    • Dear tombs, dear horizon
    • The Bedmaking Competition
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  • Catullus translations
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​Lesbia says only bad things about me in front of her husband –
And, he is stupid enough, he thinks this means it’s the end!
How can he be so oblivious when it is blindingly clear
If she could once hold her tongue, then I’d have reason to fear.
Snapping at each thing I say she is so far from over me
She’s burning up with desire!  I’ll bask all night at this fire.
 
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