My dog gave a small sigh, and I turned my head to face him. I bite down on the back of his neck, as if I had no clue what to do with it. The dog was in love with her, and I could n't help but notice that he was the most beautiful creature in the world. His dark hair hung loose around his ears, as if he were trying to keep his head down. The dog had been drooling all over again for less than ten minutes, and she merely nodded in agreement. Especially with the dog, I m pretty sure it was his favorite thing to do.
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