The runaway puppy

The runaway puppy

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The runaway puppy. Once upon a time in a house a long time ago there lived an old couple and their old dog. The shed is the same age as the house. The Asian woman stops dead in her tracks when she hears something and starts to get scared about it. So she tells the dog to come on inside before a wild creature comes and gets the dog and eats him. The black man calls the owner of the dog and tells him to be aware that there is a creature out in the pasture. The lady is talking to the man who is in his 50s.The man starts to yell from inside the house. And so the woman starts to make her way inside. But looks down at her feet and there is a skunk next to her feet. The woman started to scream but the animal was dead already. So the man picked up the skunk by the tail and took it to the nearest Creek.The woman says no no don't do that. We want to skin him and eat him for dinner.The woman tells the man in his 40s that she is going to bed and sleep for a few hours. The man says why? Are you tired? The woman raises both eyebrows and says yes I am gonna go lay down for a little bit. The man says OK and sits back down in his chair. A few hours later, the woman got up because she felt her bed shaking. The black man goes in the room and says honey are you OK? The woman says did you feel the floor shake? The man said no, I did not feel the floor shake. so the woman went back to sleep.
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||| A Memoir Of Sorts ||| --- Her breath had started to pick up, they were rough. It was then that she crashed into a rough hard chest. Ralph had been distracted, his dog George had been walking in a funny manner. It was like a hop, sort of. When he had been looking down at his dog with a smile adorning his freckled face, he crashed into someone with rough breathing. Erin looked up at a kind looking face; his dull green eyes were familiar. His ginger hair swept over his forehead, it was like any moment he could make one of those cliché hair flips. God, she hoped he wouldn't flip his hair. Ralph looked down at the heavy breathing girl, she had icy blue eyes that were piercing, but they were also filled with some sort of fear. He wondered why she would be so filled with fear at this moment. He was worried for her; her heavy breathing has lessened but was still there. "Are you alright?" He asked hurriedly. --- This is a true story. This story has edited settings, for the sake of the said story. Ages and Names are changed, for the sake of the story. But, the important, crucial parts of the story remain. This was a difficult time in my life, and I was an idiot when it came to him. I'll admit that now, denying is useless. ME 2 YEARS OLDER: This thing is really dramatic and I mostly just keep it up to see how I approved while writing it and how I've improved since but like just. dRAMATIC. Not even good dramatic tbh. Like why. I mostly wrote this to get over stuff and I did and I have so this is really weird to read back and to people who are characters aghh

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