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  • On January 15th 1981, in the ice and the snow, Jimmy dug a hole with a pick. I dragged the body of the dog, which by this point was wrapped in a blanket from the upstairs front bedroom, into that hole. And so we buried my dog, after my daddy had shot him by accident.

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