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March 19, 2006


When I kiss my wife, my dog runs toward us, barking and trying to get into the act.

Luckily for us, we didn't get a dog until well after our daughter was born.

I had a cat like that once. She'd jump on the back of the sofa and stick her face in between me and my boyfriend. One day he tossed her across the living room in frustration.

The relationship was pretty much doomed after that.

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Anne Boles Levy

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