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I grew up in a small town (pop. 2000) where everybody knew everybody else's business. When I was about 8yo, the local vet was getting a divorce from his wife who had shot several bullets through his office window one night. The whole town was abuzz. At the "Plunge" (high school swimming pool open every summer), I was telling this really nice man, who I only knew vaguely, all about our brand new puppies (groan!) at home. He was really interested and gave me a ride home so he could see them. Neighbors were all calling my mom for days to find out why Dr. E***** was seen going into our house in his bathing suit! Talk of the town!
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