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The other day my wife and one of her friends were going to see a Japanese spiritualist in Greensboro, NC. They stopped off where I was working at for a quick hello/take care/see you later visit. I was outside of the store while they pulled up to were I was and we conversed for less than a minute and as they pulled away my wife turns and yells back to me that one of our cats had urinated in the kitchen. Needless to say, a few other store employees who were outside taking a cigarette break heard this and started to laugh. In the back of my mind I was hoping my wife was going to be OK and that she will get home safe later that day. The thought of if something had happened to her, know that the last thing she said to me was not 'I love you' but that the cat peed in the kitchen.
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