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When I was four years old, my mother took me to see The Fox and the Hound at the movie theater. It made me cry. I have not seen it since. I ordered it the other day; tonight it arrived. David is gone for the evening and Claire is busy. I was feeling melancholy as I walked back from dinner. Then I discovered it in my mailbox. It arrived uncannily quickly and it seems to me that this evening was fated. I will now watch it.