Today, Sugar and I were sitting 7on the steps of the back deck, waiting for Blueberry to come outside.
Breaking the silence, Sugar says, "Gamma! A roly-poly. Step on it!"
"No," I say. "Roly-polies are neat. They don't hurt anyone."
Sugar squashes the roly-poly with a triumphant twist of her shoe sole. "There, Gamma. I got it."
"Oh, Sugar," I say. "That wasn't nice."
"Well, sometimes you live. Sometimes you die.", Sugar matter-of-factly stated.
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