My dog died today. He hasn’t really been my dog since I left for college, like in ’91. But he was always really my dog. And I don’t think I ever played with him enough. And I don’t think I can write this right now. Maybe later on. Fuck.
My dog died today. He hasn’t really been my dog since I left for college, like in ’91. But he was always really my dog. And I don’t think I ever played with him enough. And I don’t think I can write this right now. Maybe later on. Fuck.
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