I get a call from my mom. We indulge in the usual small talk and catching up, since we haven't spoken in a couple of weeks. She then tells me that she knew the little murdered girl that I posted about earlier. My mom, who still lives in the vicinity, works at the school the little girl attended, and last year she walked up to my mom (who is rather petite) and says, "I'm as tall as somebody!" My mom said the little girl was delighted to be as tall as her.
She says its been a strange week in that town. I guess it is strange times for everyone these days.
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That's a nice memory...(in spite of the tradgedy)
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