Last night on our way home, we were driving up Newport Blvd. Chit-chating and tapping my feet to the beat. It's full dark and the bright headlights are all we see in the oncoming traffic. A very normal drive home through suburbian terrain, just passing the newly sold mannasero strawberry field that is going to be a new nursing home. Right now it's
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I remember watching a small dog (with tags and all) get hit by a car while I was on my way to work about a year and a half ago. I was weepy all day. *hugs*
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