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SHOULD died on August 5, 2005.

No ceremony. No last rites. Nothing except a peaceful letting go as it slipped out under the crack below the backyard door past the garden and the Lady Banks yellow roses over the block fence and into the parking lot on the other side.

After a very long life lived well at the center of my brain, SHOULD gathered its last gasp of strength just before the word ACCEPT finally overpowered SHOULD’s death grip on my thoughts, actions…