So the other day I was lounging on the sofa, half comatose from being up at 3:30am (no, you don't get used to it) when the phone rang. Mom then comes in and tells me that one of the volunteers I worked with back at the thrift shop had died. Dammit, she was one of the ladies that I liked. Wow, that sounds callous. Her memorial service is
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