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:: Monday, January 02, 2006 ::

”If I lived till I was 102, I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you…” (Colin Hay)

I had never seen such carnage before.

We had just arrived home after 3-day Relative Rounds, totally unprepared for what we found in Natalie’s room: severed arms, mutilated legs, three bloody, headless corpses. The perpetrator was still there, ghastly clean, huddled in the corner, her sides shaking. Her fat sides. I hurried Natalie out of the room, fighting nausea all the way, and Dan took a meat tenderizer to the cannibal’s head.

Our days of mouse ownership are apparently over.

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