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I had a cat run into my front wheels once. I was horrified. At the time I was carrying a carload of good guy friends, who all swore up and down they saw the cat run off. I didn't want to look, and I didn't really believe them.
Later they told me that no, the cat had not run off...it had died. I told them I had always had a feeling they were just trying to comfort me.
But at least they tried to spare me some pain.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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