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发帖数: 77 | 1 by Bruce S. Levine
Pressing my nose to the cold window, I bark at the little fires in the Big
Nothing. When I was a puppy, Master Tom told me they were called stars,
but I still like to think of them as little fires. Sometimes I can picture all us
doggies curled up nice and warm around one when we get to New Home.
I miss Master Tom. I think all the doggies do. Right now he sleeps in the
cold room with the other Masters. In my dreams, I see him playing fetch
with me and petting me on |
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