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So I call home and my brother picks up the phone. We're making small talk when I ask about the cat. "How's Boots?" "Oh", he replies, "Boots is dead".
"WHAT?", I scream. "Yeah, mom took down the screens to vacuum them and Boots got out on the roof and fell and died"...."How can you be so insensitive?!" I yelled. "Well, what do you want me to say?" he replies. "You could soften it up a little and say something like the window was open and Boots got curious about a squirrel and went out on the roof too far for us to coax her back in. She ended up in the oak tree and I grabbed the ladder but she was a little too high, so we called the fire department and a hook and ladder truck arrived but as they were extending the ladder Boots slipped and fell to the ground. Despite heroic measures they couldn't revive her." "I guess you're right", said my brother, "Next time I'll try to be a little more sensitive". I changed the subject - "So how's Mom?" My brother says "Well, she climbed out on the roof...."
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