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If my-J. is anything to go by, your-J. will get over the trauma in just thirty-five years or so.

Infant grief is so entirely devastating. Luckily, for the infant, it is fleeting. I, however, am such a sap that I cannot bear, a day later, to consider either her dismay, or yours.

Today was a good day too. Just for the record.

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redfox is a small furry animal, but unfortunately not the sweet and adorable kind. she lives in an awfully large house with her black-bearded husband snarkout and marauding child jane.

see also: the hungry tiger

Dinner reports

More dinners.

Things I Cried Over

  • The Great British Sewing Bee.

  • Window washers.

  • Lilo and Stitch. Repeatedly.

  • "No one was with her when she died."

  • Slings and Arrows.
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