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I'm so worked up at the absentia way my. Trust is being handled...

… that I doubt I’ll get any sleep AGAIN tonight.  FRANKLY IT JUST PISSES ME OFF.  I ASK SO fucking little from the Trust… and maybe that’s my whole problem: I only get what I ask for: so fucking little.

& so that’s what I get.

More tomorrow.  It’s late; I need to sleep.

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