I think if I could just grow an inch or 5, I'd be a lot happier. I'm coping with how we put Becca down real weirdly. I cry randomly and it's always when I'm driving. It sucks. I don't like that she's not here when I come home late at night. I don't like that there's not little black dog hairs all over my clothes fresh out of the dryer. And I really
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