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Thursday, September 28, 2006
How comes?
I'll stand on the edge and watch him dig, often he doesn't know what he's digging and I've given up on warning him about digging holes.
"How comes you don't help me dig?"
"Because it's, at best, an even deeper hole or, at worst, a grave."
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