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Entropy

It respects neither station nor geography, and it's a callous SOB.

"There's a hole in Murray's family tonight," read Boq's e-gram, and so there is. A Lab-sized hole, missing bright eyes and wet nose.

Drop in and wish Freddie a straight and soft path to Piddler's Green, where the moss grows thick and the rabbits run slow...

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Sigh.  Hugs to Murray!  I'm so sorry you lost your Freddie!
 
sigh... damn... ((hugs))