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I drop by Wordsworth, hoping to find the rest of my books there.
Outside the store is a Golden Retreiver. His leash is tied to the
railing, so I guess he's waiting for someone to come out. I pet him
and talk to him for a little while before I go inside the bookstore.
He seems really friendly.
Inside, I find quite a few of the books I need. Fortunately, they are somewhat discounted. After I pay, I have exactly enough money to get back on the T. I walk back outside, looking for the dog, but I don't see him. I guess he must've found his owner.
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Are you person? You're petting me. Are you person? This feels
nice. I love you. Who are you? I love you. Who are you? I love
you. Who are you? I love you.
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