4/19/2010
Just when you think you are halfway home, a tattered bulldog approaches you, barks in a grumbly way, like he has a furball, even though that's more associated with cats, but that's what it sounds like, and says, "you've been home the entire journey, but you'll never be there and you'll never see your home, but you're there right now".
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