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On the eve of her eight weeks
birthday |
celebration her masters brought
her to |
that strange long fellow who
started |
immediately to
call her "Gogo". She |
remembered
suddenly to have heard this |
name before
sometimes, but nobody had |
ever told her this would be her
future |
name and so from now on. They sat
and |
drunk, those two-legged
creatures,
and |
chatted a lot about dogs and
many other |
things they felt important and
so she was |
slowly falling asleep. Than at
an |
unforeseen moment those she
regarded |
her forever beloved masters woke
her up, |
but only to say good-bye
and they left her |
alone with that man.
How strange
life is. |
One would expect that by being
left by all |
the bosses one would be self the
new |
master in the universe, but that
man didn't |
understand that and so many new rules |
and
games were to learn each other
and |
than also in
such a short
time. Perhaps she |
could and would
love this
new master, but |
than he really
should
stop to play the |
guitar, such awful
sound,
than even life |
could be good also. |
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