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Tuesday, September 18, 2001
Bereavement And I still can't write about it. Every day I have to look at the children playing, heedlessly excited and happy, in the playground at the daycare across the street. Or I shall throw up and curl into a fetal position on the bathroom floor. Cold and very lost.
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