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I feel so good that it seems difficult to fix the radiance with suitable expressions.
Spring break has commenced. The kids were dancing with delight when I took possession, eager to begin the vacation and escape the asylum created by my mad eX. The stories that escape that place are amazing - the Alcalde - now known universally as "the asshole" amongst the youth, I am told - had frothing convulsions when Tess had friends over, terrifying the girls beyond words. Snatching food from their hands while screaming at them. I collect statements and prepare for my day in court, coming soon.
I've breadboarded the circuit for my discovery, with a few more kinks to work out. I'm eager to develop the home unit for commercial consumption, as this will be the easiest way to spread the calm. I can only treat a few people at a time, in the mean time. Doing what I can, making things happen.
I was told that I am smiling more often. Life is good.
M

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