The Beauty of Balance in Memoir

It’s hard to explain in a sentence why I was so hurt. My bedroom was a crime scene. Pinky, my 49 year-old stuffed rabbit, had been taken from her shelf of honor by my cat, her throat ruthlessly slashed, and her innards splayed all over my bedroom floor. I was crushed....

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