"Deep reflection" is a state normally reserved for such occasions as planning to produce a child, tearing off the last page of your cat-a-day calendar or deciding whether that orange blazer you grabbed from the sale rack makes you look trendy or traffic cone-y. Well, let me just say that when I assembled files for my accountant last week, I didn't consider it a sentimental event; for heaven's sake, it was tax time. So it was rather unexpected when my head began registering pangs of rumination rather than basic arithmetic.
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