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::: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both of them; And be one traveller, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth of them {{[[DanielMacKay]] -- I think "of them" is better}} ::: ::: When at long last, a fresh apple pie Has been placed in the oven, And yet, disconcertingly, There still seems to be one Painfully conspicuous, And vexingly indeterminable Absentee— Dear friend, Younger sibling of Atlas— Wayward, stationary child of Compass{{[[Pminer]] -- "Compass" is not actually a Greek god.}}— Soul, essence and axis of the kitchen: It is you. On what day of the week Will the seventh of June Fall this year? Ah, there it is right there and Hmm, how curious—you know, To me it felt like it would be a Tuesday? And look there at all those helpful Emails, URLs and telephone numbers! What a rich little bundle you are! You’re even holding up my grocery list! And by the way—that tie—loving it! Actually, you know what? I think I’m going to call you one of these days— In fact, I’m reaching for the phone right now— Wait for it… Wait for it… No— But seriously, One of these days I will call. :::

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