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This Five Star Friday roundup is brought to you by the atomic bomb, medical high jinx, a changed relationship, Craigslist, a negative work environment, social anxiety, speech therapy, dreaming, Mumbai, a dog, bike theft, rape, BlogHer, Momsie, feminism, and a childhood remembered.

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Happy Friday!

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The Fourth Dog

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Breed 'Em and Weep

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"I saw her, and I thought of you immediately," Nanette wrote. "Let me know if I should pull her." The photo attached was, of course, Fanny (who was initially called "Chippie" by the intake staff). She was terrified and cowering against the painted cinderblock backdrop of the Brooklyn Center for Animal Care and Control. Something vaguely collie-ish, yes, but the soul in those eyes is what got me. I began to cry, looking at the fear and the bewilderment there, in that face.
And she looked like a mix of Ferf and Nina and Eli genes. She was a dirty, grimy, broken mix of something very familiar, and very beautiful.
"That's my girl," I said before I knew I was saying it. "That's my girl."
Yes, I wrote. Yes. I could not have said no.

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Peace Festival

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Theresaurus

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Alone In a Crowd

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Miss Britt

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The Gift of Voice

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In These Small Moments

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Over the past 18 months, Lyndsey has become a part of our family. She is the person who knows Katie best aside from us. She is the one that I turn to who I know will understand the way I feel about this child. She feels it too.

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All Wand, No Magic

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Not Undecided

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Syncretic Shrines – II

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Wayfarers and Pathfinders

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Intira

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Mr London Street

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This isn’t about false sentiment. Intira wasn’t a nice woman and she and I would never have been friends, that would have been unthinkable. If I close my eyes and ignore the television blaring in the corner, I can almost still hear her barking incomprehensibly down the phone at someone, or cross-examining me with suspicion when I asked her whether she wanted something from the coffee machine. But sitting here now, with the benefit of nearly fifteen years of hindsight, I can’t help but find it a little sad that I wasted all that time back then ridiculing probably the only person in that whole office who fitted in even less than me.

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OK

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ShaunaGlenn.com

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My Dream, Our Dream

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My Tornado Alley

Trigger warning – this is a story of rape –

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UnSilenced

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Life On a Tightrope

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I didn’t say a word, just slipped through the window to safety.
Twenty years have passed.
Twenty. Years.
I have been silent for long enough.

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Massage This

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Dirty Hooker

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Justice In Brooklyn

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Whatever-Whenever

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Unsolicited

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Not Really

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I didn’t lean against the wall waiting for the right people to talk to me. I don’t even know who the right people are. The right people were the ones who stood and engaged with me about whatever fucking subject it was for however fucking long the conversation worked. And I’m sorry, truly sorry, if you didn’t find those people. They were there. They were everywhere. Wonderful, interesting, kick-ass women with valuable stories who were looking for you to get outside your own head, to get the fuck over yourself, and talk to them.

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I's the B'y That Catches the Fish

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cribchronicles.com

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Where Did Women Folk Get the Idea That Writing About Their Lives Might Be Interesting?

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Catherine Lacey

at

HTMLGIANT

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The Last Deposit

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Mom-101

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Funny how sometimes you feel the absence of a person more than you can feel a presence. It's like physics f*cking with you. A universal practical joke.

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