How do we not have time to savor it? she said. There were gunshots outside; the sky seemed in a shade of brown. Whatever the fever he'd been suffering burned in the top of his head. He would have rolled in the street, hunger and hope.
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it makes me happy to come here and see new small dogs all the time. thanks for posting them.
how are you, btw? (stop me from saying, don't be a stranger). you didn't stop me.
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it makes me happy to come here and see new small dogs all the time. thanks for posting them.
how are you, btw? (stop me from saying, don't be a stranger). you didn't stop me.
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