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doglife
Sit. It stands quietly in front of me. The dog stands. It stares at me. I stare back. Sit. Sit. Sit. It sits. I think it does not think. It just stares. Now it's confused. Shit stinks. Is a God to live in a Dog?
Published 12th Jan 2018
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