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She is popping into my head lately (as she does this time of year). It always takes me a moment to realize why; that the anniversary is looming.

I want her to visit. I want to talk to her. I hear “Another One Bites the Dust” randomly playing at a cafe and immediately picture her, flyswatter in hand, reciting the lyrics and “bum bum bumming” the baseline

dancing for toddler-sized-us on a

dusty Kansas summer day

making us giggle

as she kills

the small




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