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November 17, 2007
When i was younger, we had feral kittens in our yard.

One morning my mom was late for work and i was late to catch the busóthere was a fair amount of chaos. The radio was playing some song iíve since forgotten, my cereal was poured and forgotten. I was maybe fifteen? Sixteen?

There was this terrible sound. A horrible, terrible sound came from the carport which iíve never heard again. Abrupt and mean. Even though the tire went right through its spine, the kitten was still alive, begging for something, suddenly tame.

Thatís a thing you donít forget.