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November 23, 2008
Like me, my sister has always had a thing for the strays and underdogs. Give us the mug with the chip, the dog with the limp, the stuffed animal missing an eye. Let us gently redeposit spiders and centipedes and mice outside, where they belong, even as we apologize for the chilly air and the need to forage more diligently for food in the wild.

"It's not their fault," we say, often fighting tears at the weakness or helplessness we perceive in the objects of our attention. "They can't help it."

Saving them is our duty, our pleasure.

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