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[pretentiousblue]

Laurel is green for a season, and love is sweet for a day,
But love grows bitter with treason, and laurel outlasts not May.

- Algernon Charles Swinburne

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[scrollwyrm]

Yes.

[pretentiousblue]

I'm pretty worried about what I'll do when my laurels run out come May.

[scrollwyrm]

Well, you could run after them. If you don't catch them, you can always go zen and pretend you care not for such petty tokens of worldly success.