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Of Carter and the Peach (or on days like this I think I deserve a medal just for making it through)

I am still not sure what alerted me that something was wrong.  It must have been a small noise he made or a change in his movements.  I was in the kitchen cutting up a hot dog (of all things) … Continue reading

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