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Apr
2012
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I must be dreaming. Actually, it’s a nightmare

Not sure what it was but something made me check my phone that Saturday morning.  There’s a new message: can you come over? Me: is everything OK? Dani: no. Faster than I have ever moved in the morning (mornings and Sarah don’t go in the same sentence) I am in the truck and on my way – fur on my teeth and all. Thoughts are...
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