Bounce−bounce−bounce.
I let my precious ball fall down the wooden stairs. It’s ten in the morning, and so I smell something bitter. Again. The thing Sandra has in her glass could be easily mistaken for blood. The one that comes from human veins. I know what you are thinking. How could a dog possibly know such things? Well, this world is full of surprises!And this house is full of weirdos. But it wasn’t always like that. It wasn’t until Samuel started to feel offended by Sandra’s success. She used to read her drafts to me, while I was lying on my side, biting on a piece of an apple, solid and juicy, stolen from the kitchen. Marvelous texts! I bet you weren’t expecting me to know a word like this, ha? Ah! Every morning is the same! Of course! Now there is this music! Do you hear it? No? Well, good for you.
People are strange. They fear those of my kind going outside without a muzzle, and yet they still see no trouble in behaving like total idiots. Which they always do.
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