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In the past hour, I have had to have the following conversations at work:

- Finding out that one of our regular patrons that we all liked very much has passed away.
- A vivid description of my coworker's dog digging up and killing a baby mole
- A regular patron asking me if there's any news about my choir starting up again and then, when I said that there isn't yet, saying "That's a real hole in your life, isn't it?"

Y'all, I am already depressed. I don't need any of this.