The Fight
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Imagine being tucked in bed, warm with the fan gently caressing your skin. Then your dog throws up on you. That’s what happened this morning—3 a.m. Bad start to my day, but I took advantage of the time. Since I couldn’t get back to sleep, I decided to write.
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