Someone ran over my mother's cat today. So she calls me in to dispose of the body. It was horrible. I write about this because I've never seen something this disturbing and I have to get it out of my mind somehow
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*Nuzzle* I'm still very unwell about seeing my dog in my father's wheelbarrow the day we picked him up from the highway I was about eleven. Mom says I was the one that found him in the ditch, but I can't actually remember it.
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