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Apathy is becoming a way of life for me. At least in the most inappropriate cases. My mother called to tell me that another one of my 3 grandmothers died of a stroke. Although we had lost touch after Chris died, I really did love my grandparents Clark. At least I think I did. To be honost, I haven't shed a tear or felt any more down than usual over her death. She was this lovely old lady who made me funky vests and afgans and I'm just not caring too much that she's dead! I cried like a baby when Walter Mathau died, and I didn't even know him. A dog gets hit by a car on TV and I'm having a fit. My Grandmothers start dropping off and I'm just fine. There's something very wrong with this.
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