My vote, amongst the 30 million or 60 million or 200 million or however many million votes were cast in the election, was naught but a drop in the ocean. It was utterly inconsequential. To regret it would be to regret a pea I ate with dinner in 1998.
Oh, I ate a pea like that once. Don't remind me.
That was drinking. Not eating. It's been a long time since you've distinguished, so you're forgiven.
But then the spelling doesn't make sense.
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