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Sunday, August 21, 2005


She chased him verbally, around and around the room in increasingly frantic circles. At last he ducked for cover from her hailstorm of words and slipped outside, where the beat of the rain did less damage.

She turned to me mournfully and lamented their problems. But I had no answers to give her.


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