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It was warm and humid and grey, and the bare branches swirled outside my window with the nascence of a summer breeze. I feel like I’m becoming sick with sadness. It poisons my thoughts with clouds of resentment and doubt and deadens my limbs with dreadful torpor. I need to get something done by the end of this weekend, or I fear there may be terrible repercussions upon my wellbeing.