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She stared at the blinking cursor, where should she start? Norah Jones was playing softly in the background, her children laughed in the other room. She took a moment to procrastinate, clicking on random songs in her Itunes. Adele? Too deep. Aretha Franklin? Too soulful. Abba? Too disco-y. What the hell is a Vladmir
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:hugs you: I always appreciate when you read my entries, thank you. :)
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I will never understand people who use cruelty to teach you that life is cruel. The lesson there always seems to be that those people are cruel, and you should get the hell away from them as fast as you can. That poor little kitten-- rescued only to be put right back in the hell he'd escaped. A roofless doghouse is no better than tossing him right back out into the snow.
I'm glad you had a chance to do that again the way you wanted to the first time, and to show your children the lesson of compassion instead.
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:( That's what I tried to explain to them but they wouldn't have it. I don't know why people do that either, it makes no sense. I think they thought it would toughen me up but it only made me softer.
Me too. My children have been a real blessing to me. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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