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Little black and white dog with a blue collar. He looked at me curiously, then put his nose back to my hand and gave it a lick. I stood a bit taller and gave him a little push. He took a half step backwards, and then another, his eyes wide. It was my turn to stare at him, confused. This guy had a great personality, it was pretty easy to see what he was trying to tell me.
After he sat on my foot, I felt the need to know what was wrong. The man, to me, seemed a little unsure of what to do. He looked at me curiously, then down to his hands. I got the feeling he didn't know what to say. After a few moments of awkward silence I decided to go over and get him.
I grabbed his collar and started pulling, but as I did the animal got up and started to walk over to me. As it got closer, I stopped and felt my breath get shorter. The dog was big, much bigger than I was. His eyes were blue, but very dark, and he had a slight point to his nose. He seemed to have a white chest with a little bit of tan underneath, and his ears were dark red. They were large and rounded, and he seemed to have a thick tl, which he used to pull over his back. As he got closer I got a better look at him. He was beautiful.
The man looked a little surprised as the dog sat down and rubbed up agnst me. His eyes moved from the man to the dog and back. He seemed very confused by the situation. The man and I both stood there for a moment. I kept stroking the dog's head and he lay his head on my arm.
The man looked at the two of us then at each other and then back to the dog. After another moment or two he finally approached me and sd something like, "You must be very proud of your dog."
My eyes narrowed.
I looked up at the man and his eyes met mine. They were intense, but I didn't get a good look at his face, I only had a sense of his features and his eyes.
"The name is James," he sd. "What is yours?"
"Kendra," I sd as I walked over to the chr, my mind working quickly to come up with an answer. I wanted to make a good impression on this man. If I got him wrong I would be in a lot of trouble. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself agn. "I, I'm a very important person, I just got back from my cruise."
"Really?" He sd. "I wish I had the courage to travel like that, but my wife says that I will go crazy." He paused and added, "I've been looking for a dog for her for a long time."
"Well I guess I have something to offer you then." I smiled.
"Come over here." He sd pointing to a corner where there was a leash hanging.
I walked over to the leash and removed it from where it was dangling. I looped it through the handle of my chr and tied it to the dog's collar.
"Why don't you go play with your dog then?" He sd, pointing at me.
My heart started pounding. I sat down in my chr and the dog ran over to me and jumped up on my lap. I stroked its head as it licked my hand.
"Go ahead," he sd. "I'll see you later."
I sat there stroking the dog. It was the strangest feeling ever. I couldn't believe it was happening. There I was in my chr with a leash attached to a leash and a dog on my lap. I couldn't believe it. I thought of how my life had suddenly turned into a movie. A movie with a happy ending. I began to realize what was happening to me. Suddenly, the world had changed. I could do things that my old life did not have any part of. It was all so surreal.
I couldn't believe it had happened so fast. It all had happened so fast that I had not noticed. My head was full of questions that I wanted to ask.
I knew something was happening to me, but I couldn't expln it. The best explanation I could come up with was that I felt differently than I used to feel. I didn't even know if I was going to remn here or not. I didn't know what to do. I was so confused. I had been sitting in my room for the last two days and doing nothing, wting for this to happen. I knew that the best thing I could do was just to enjoy the next moment. My eyes were open, but there was no one around to appreciate it.
No wonder my heart had been broken. If there were someone to appreciate it, I would never have let myself go. It was a strange feeling. I wasn't ready to admit that I felt like I did. I felt this way, but it was a new feeling. A new feeling for me.
I knew that these things didn't happen. People didn't just get up and go to a park and have some dog on their lap. It just didn't happen. And I had done nothing to ask for it.
I had to ask myself what I was thinking. What had I been thinking to let it happen? I didn't want to say I had been thinking I was going to die. That was not true. It didn't even occur to me to die. I just don't think that way. I am here. I am breathing. I am alive. The doctor told me I had broken the skin and it needed stitches.
Maybe this was what it felt like when someone dies. They think about what they are about to do. How are they going to do it. They sit there in their mind until they can get to the point where it doesn't matter if they live or die.
My mother and father sat there. What did they feel? They hadn't felt a thing. That's the sad part. They were so full of themselves and so blind to what was happening.
Why was I thinking about this? Why was I giving myself more pn than I had already done?
I needed to sit in that park and figure out what I was going to do. I needed to stop thinking about what had happened. I needed to stop thinking about how this was going to affect my life. That was pointless thinking. How it affected me was going to affect my life no matter what. It was time to get up and do the right thing.
I went back to work the next day. My father went back to school.
## The Second Year
I had finished the first semester of my sophomore year. I got everything back, the books that had been taken from me. I was a model student. I came to class. I sat there. I took notes. I listened.
My father didn't tell me what had happened. He sd he didn't think I would believe him anyway. That's the way he handled things. He would try to convince me it was an accident. It would happen. Then he would tell me what had really happened. And if that didn't convince me, he wouldn't tell me what had really happened. That was his way. My mother also had her way of telling me what had really happened. The best way she could.
I kept myself busy. I wanted to forget. I kept up my routine. I came home for