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2016 September 1
Fleabus' slowly going blind. Twilight but always can't parse the necessary grays. We're not sure how old she is. Fourteen, no, sixteen, no, thirteen, no, fifteen. We didn't write down the date we brought her home, remember how old she was when she arrived. We don't know how old Napoleon is, and he was born in our shed.
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