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I have had Katie for too long here.  The last finish was on some May 16th, a very bad day to finish anything to do with a child.  What was it that took over in those final seconds while ticking the peach fuzz on her face?  The essence of then 2 year old Katie was plump on the canvas.  Now, approaching my fourth or fifth runway attempt, I keep her out and move her from wall to wall so she greets me in the morning, says goodnight to me in the evening.  Too much time apart, so many hours and days and weeks alone with my beloved man Winkle, he gets confused by the human jargon and just wants me to throw the ball and laugh with him.