The Effect of Yesterday

The Effect of Yesterday

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The unspeakable. The seemingly impossible. I, Andria Amber Kristel Federic, found myself in the body of a.. dog-- puppy to be exact. I had been stripped of my human body.. why? Oh, yeah, because I slipped off an edge of a cliff, waking up near a dumpster. It took me half an hour to figure out why everything was so big and tall, and why I was so close to the ground, why I had two paws instead of two hands, oh, and why I had a tail (which frankly was pretty cute though.) It makes me realize that the city is so cruel. The dog -- I mean I -- was an abandoned golden retriever, now a stray living on the street. Who would do this, this pup is -- I mean I am quite adorable.. no, really really super freakin' adorable. Suddenly it's so hard on me, trying to survive on the streets, rummaging for food and trying not to get trampled on by someone. Harsh. I almost pity myself. But soon enough, as I was trying to cross a street, I get scooped up into a pair of arms. And once again, my whole life changes -- even though it had only been two weeks. And it felt just like yesterday. The Effect of yesterday.
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