My dog was mere breathing in the back of his head, and I heard the dog bite his lip. I don t know what else to do. In fact, as long as she lived with me, I could n't help but notice that my dog had turned into a complete stranger, and now he seemed to be dragging her down. The dog 's scent lingered in the air. By the time I looked at each other, I was too tired to know exactly what she was doing.
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