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Shock hit first, then indignation, and finally guilt brought up the rear. Guilt and I had become old friends these past few days. I felt its incessant gnawing every time I passed by Clyde, who sat rooted in the recliner next to my mother’s, the baseball bat propped nearby as he stubbornly fixated on the blaring television and pretended I wasn’t there.
