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Monday August 27 2001 - 12:27 p.m. Random Memory: My first experience with death was when I was pretty young, either the summer before or after Kindergarten. Our cat had kittens and one of them was too weak to nurse, and it had to be put to sleep. I remember after my mother and sister got back from the vet and told us, I took a decorative pillow outside, put it down on the street, sat on it, and said I was so sad I was going to let a car run over me. Because, if I was going to be waiting for someone to come kill me, my ass may as well have been cushioned. I lived on a residential street with no traffic. This suicide plan was not very well thought out. But give me a break. I was, like, five or something. One car went by, and I got up and moved out of the road, and then went back to my spot after it had passed. I don't think I even thought about that at the time. After a while I got hungry and went inside. End of Random Memory. I had to battle with the phone company today. That put me in a foul mood. But don't worry, I am not taking my decorative pillow down to the street. If Bill is reading this, hi Bill. That is all for now.
-Mlle R
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