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		<aboutMe>&apos;Baudelaire called it that &quot;sinister adventure,&quot; I call it beautiful relief. Sleep keeps me from the hurt they inflict upon me.&apos;

Journey with this beleaguered blogger as he attempts to rid himself of some of the grotesque totemic accretions bequeathed him by his scheming (antecedent) family. Now estranged, he posts a combination of sad and spiteful messages. The exquisite relief of cutting himself free from those that would harm him (and his children) is tempered, ironically, with the loss he feels in having no route back. His posts, each one angst ridden and visceral, are dispatched forever into oblivion … follow the blog at www.sitonthecat.com</aboutMe>
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