When I enter the little park down the road with my dog Luna, the first thing she does is try to find a stick. She’ll keep one eye on me to see if I’ve found one, while doing a calculated zig-zag pattern across the field to find her own. If I find one first, she...
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.