Dear Diary, There's snow on my back stoop. And on the snow, blood. There's more blood today than there was yesterday. I don't have time to figure out where this blood comes from. My prime objective in going outside is to take care of my business and get back in as quickly as possible. In my mad dash to get off the frozen ground, there is no evidence of the source of this blood. No drips going from one place to another. Just blood. Right there on the stoop. Don't see any bloody cats. No one with a fresh wound. So it's a mystery. But it's too cold out for me to hang around and solve.
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