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Some days I wonder why I decided to start writing this column. Is it because I enjoy crying? I must enjoy crying. Dammit. This was a rough one. Should reading this piece get to be too much, I find it helps if every time you see the dog’s name you think of a Ricky Martin song made awkwardly infamous by an American Idol …
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