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My friend said that suspense is important
when you write.
I'm a junkie who just lost his Palm Pilot.
I had to mail it to someone in Minnesota,
or maybe Michigan, to get a new digitizer.
In the process of erasing all my files,
I lost Dogs, Part II, to oblivion.
And I was forced to use paper and pencil.
Ok, you're mad. You wanted to
know what Part II was about,
so I won't delay anymore.
Here's the scoop:
Our long love affair
with dogs is coming to an end.
Not that we don't like the creatures,
but we feel
that they have become more
a burden than a joy.
So now we are looking to put our loved ones
out for adoption. One comes from a rescue
group that insists on taking back their
dogs (though they don't return phone calls)
and the other . . . is free to a good
home.
Well, that's Part II.
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