A little while after Gray died, my sister went to visit her friends farm in West Virginia. I remember we were watching A Connetticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court when she called to ask if she could bring a stray dog home. She was abandoned since she was gun shy but i think an even bigger fear was of the beeping from trash trucks backing up. Every friday (trash day) we would find her quivering in the corner behind the kitchen table. Two weeks into my first year away at college my parents called to say that she died from a brain tumor.
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