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My father just called and asked me if there was anything in our house that we wanted to save or absolutely needed to keep. I didn't know what to tell him. Even if I could think straight in the face of that question, I wouldn't in a million years be able to tell him where anything is.
My mother is hysterical.
Apparently, what was just a possibility last night is suddenly a done deal.
This can't be happening.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Sunday, August 28, 2005 7:30 AM
What the fuck?
Posted by bullet at 7:35 AM
Labels: About Me, Hurricanes, Katrina, New Orleans