We buried Molly in my parents' backyard. It was awful, as these things always are. My Dad was mad at me and yelling, and yelling at my Mom, who was trying to be the peace maker, and all I wanted to do was smoke and break things (oh yeah ... 1 week and 4 hours ... can't believe I made it through a whole week). In the end, we ended up in the kitchen
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