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This morning I found a wounded mouse in the trap set by the water lines running into the RV. I didn’t think it right for it to suffer, so I killed it. I said I was sorry as I cried – I hate having to do any think like that. Later I made breakfast for us — I was sitting there telling Michael about what had happened earlier – crying again as I chewed my bacon. I am a hypocrite.