Chapter 3

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As seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, days turned to months, and months turned to years Home was 2 years old now and more dead than alive.

The choker collar now was digging into the skin so much his neck was bleeding.

Home knew he needed to get out of there, and he needed to get out today.

Home started digging into the damp floor which was always damp and fell apart easily under his paws.

He started digging through the waste covered damp floor which really took many days of hiding the hole and working whenever he could.

The good thing was they were the last room on the bottom floor so when he digs it leads straight outside.

After weeks of work, inside the hole he saw a ray of sunlight and started digging more and more and soon he broke through the surface and the sun beat down on his face.

Sunshine felt good on his fur and the breeze was perfect.

The choker collar still hurts his neck but he felt a little better now that he was out of that apartment.

Home heard a yell and starting running off into the streets.

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