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On The Sidewalk Bleeding.
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Leeanne Slade On The Sidewalk Bleeding I sat alone in my bedroom yet again finding myself recollecting Andy. I sat knelt on the end of my bed gazing into the reflection before me. All I could think of was little Marie, our daughter. She frequently asked about her father, Andy, but I had been too scared to tell her. Tonight was the night. It had been seven years to the day that he tragically died, and tonight I was going to tell Marie about her father's death. Finally. Later that evening, Marie and I were enjoying our evening meal, simple fish and chips. We sat at the table in the lounge of out small flat. It wasn't perfect but it suited us just fine. I was very anxious. I had no idea how I was going to bring the subject up in a way that a seven year old girl would understand. I looked...
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