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January 18, 2007

1.18.07

Today's entries should be about "treasure."

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It had been seventeen days, and Max had not yet passed the pendant. Just a little heart-shaped charm, pretty as could be, not worth much, but, enough.

“Billy, Max needs out.” My wife pouted.

“Unlock his door.” I groaned the obvious.

“Billy, you know what that pendant means to me. We have to find it.”

She said “we”, but she hasn’t followed Max around the yard for two weeks. Poking and prodding every dropping, like some hunger-crazed Chinese toddler with a chopstick in each hand.

We buried Max, later that summer, with pendant inside. He’s our own little buried treasure.

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