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12/8/08
Maybe part of the dyscalculia or maybe some other undiscovered companion symptom. When I go to my kitchen in the morning to get a cup of coffee, the dumb dog in the yard next door reacts as though the neighborhood were under attack and barks hysterically. He/she has the most awful sounding half-squeaky, half-aphonic bark, as though in some kind of pain. I cringe. And if I could afford to sell my house and move, I would. - jus'