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I run into my home.
I put my stuff away.
I hear the whining.
My heart starts to race.
I walk to where my Shepherd dog lays.
I pick him up -
he laps my face.
I give him a pat.
I grab our blanket.
We curl up on the bed and watch a movie
‘Til we both fall asleep.
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