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My first kiss was from a Greek boy, after having gone on a ride with him at an amusement park. He french-kissed me. I was fifteen. He didn’t speak much English. I will never forget him.
After the shock of being pushed across the room, I sat on the floor and looked into my daughter’s eyes and asked her to sit down beside me. I asked her what was wrong. We held each other.
The vet gave her a shot to stop the convulsions. “It’s time to say goodbye.” Daisy looked into my eyes, knowing.
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