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That's a story with a nice, happy ending hubbahubba.
Here's one with a not so happy ending:
When we were kids my older sister had a cat. He was an indoor/outdoor cat and my sister put a collar on him with rhinestones. One morning she left for school. She went earlier than me and my younger sister because she was in Jr. High and we were still in elementary school. Well, within a few minutes she came back sobbing her eyes out. We asked her what was wrong and she said her cat, that had been out all night, was in the middle of the street and had been hit by a car and was all smashed up. She knew it was him because of the rhinestone collar. I went out to look. We lived on a busy street in L.A. at the time. The cat was so mangled you could hardly tell it was a cat. But there, clear as day was the rhinestone collar. My sister loved that cat. She died several years ago from cancer. Poor ol' girl...
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