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Odd as it sounds, I remember that, as bush, fence post and tree limb tear harsh, painful chapters into my current reality, it is our anniversary. Ignoring the pain of scattered buckshot in my butt, rose thorns in my thigh, and broken teeth sunk deep into my calf by Jammer, the 18 year old, gray-haired, gray-eyed, near dead mutt from next door, I feel an extrordinary failure.
I had forgotton our anniversary. The anniversary of our.......
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Skidd
on November 29, 2003 at 1:40 AM
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