Tuesday, Nov. 15, 2011 - 9:58 a.m.

Yes, it's odd how one deals with these things. Or me. Odd how I deal. I spend a lot of time dreading the possibility, a lot of time running to the bathroom to check for signs of trouble. Then one day, there it is. The heart sinks. And when it can't be denied anymore, when the situation makes itself clear, there. Done with it. Move on. One day I am one person, then next I am another.

I'd just as soon not go through it again, though.

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