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- I put a big round rock on my cat's grave. My dog likes to poop on rocks. I suppose there's only so much you can do when you're a dog and you want to pay your last respects. Right. I just wrote a bunch of sad things. I was crying rapidly while I wrote, or maybe I should say tears were rapidly falling from my eyes while I wrote. No, I like 'crying rapidly' better. I was crying rapidly, then, and I was writing sad maudlin sentimental things, and I was feeling sad maudlin and sentimental and did I say sad?, and I was hearing sad slow songs in my head. But then the page I was typing in went away and the sad maudlin sentimental things I typed went away, and I thought about retyping them, but it wouldn't have been genuine and besides, I wasn't crying rapidly anymore, so I just retyped the part about my dog pooping on my cat's grave. And lest you think otherwise, he didn't do it as an insult, really, because he is a dog who is a friend of cats. I planted a peach tree next to her grave the other day and I miss her.
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