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Saturday, April 23, 2005
Blue was whining so loud at this point, wanting to go outside and run (I'm in the muddy parking lot of the park), that I thought I was going to go deaf. And no, there's nothing wrong with her eyes: she has one blue one and one brown one. Posted by Hello


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