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May 5, 2006:

"They put him to sleep... and he never woke up."

Quiet, sorrowful. Looking to the dust beneath his boot heel.

Child, six, eight. Frustrated with the answer. Unclear: evasive. Another adult secret.

"You mean he died? Did he die? Is he dead?"

My grandfather's beloved dog.

My ruthlessness began early.

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