This is a story about a couch. A good couch, and one with a long history. Originally owned by Ray and Jeanette. They gave it to Dan when they moved away from Utah in 1999. For a while it lived with Dan and I in Salt Lake City. The couch moved in with Girl Plankton and I shortly after we were married. We lived with it in Bountiful for two years. In 2003, once again it took up residence with Dan back in Salt Lake. For three years they co-existed in peace and harmony.

Nobody knows the exact reasons why, but all that changed on Friday November 17th 2006 when Dan picked up a box cutter and a hammer. Descriptions vary, but the witnesses agree that he tore at the fabric of the couch with the box cutter and used the hammer to tear apart the wooden pieces of the frame. In the end, he coldly deposited the remains of the couch in the garbage chute of his apartment complex. All that remained were three cushions:

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