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Feb 11, 2007 01:22

Meg came back after fourteen hours.

She looked terrible. Muddy, filthy, soaking wet.

She jumped at every sound and ran around the house nervously.

She'd obviously been through some kind of ordeal.

She hasn't eaten and I'll tell you, that's extraordinarily unlike her. First she was cleaning herself, then she just fell asleep.

I've spent most of the last five hours crying because I honestly thought I'd lost her.

We might never let the cats out again. Because we believe that Meg was being chased by something.

Hmmm, yeah.

I don't want to sleep tonight. I'm still worried about her, she's terribly frail.
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