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Aug. 17th, 2006 03:07 pmAfter I posted last night, I went to bed because I was absolutely beat. About half an hour later, my brother Joe came to the door (around midnight-thirty) needing a flashlight and someone to hold it so that he could bury Cricket, his dog, in the orchard. She'd been hit by a car earlier that evening.
That was kind of depressing.
That was kind of depressing.