The critter who rules the roost at my brother and sister-in-law's house in D.C. They do his bidding at every turn.
Can you blame them?
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This address in a small Midwestern factory town was the launching pad for a life that has been messy, painful, Catholic, overseas, underpaid, in denial, in recovery, coming out, standing up, increasing glorious (if flawed), and under construction for over 50 years.
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