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  • the dog-escape, the seven years of wandering along Rt 67 calling for Lilly, of stopping by the Animal Control Office, of dragging the babies along, hip-side, with the other hand on the dog collar, the panic, the desire to abandon the marriage, the levant into a tiny house in Moscow to live my days out beside a farmer's market, alone with the children, damned and with the dog. today we are rescued by a fellow Carleton student, Liz '93, a new Woodbridge resident with children on Newton Road a who allows the pup into her air-conditioned Volvo, while Gabe pushing the stroller and I walk up the highway back to the house. what else.
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