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It’s raining cats and dogs -- time to talk about our animals. On our second day in Camden in October 2005, our little dog Tiger, a sweet, probably inbred bichon frise who didn’t much appreciate boundaries, wandered off the property in a snit, marched down to DeKalb, and was promptly run over. Joy was inconsolable. On that day, the soul of the city opened to us. Our new neighbors, most of whom ...
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