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We stroll through wet woods, the collies and I, listening to birdsong and gazing at flowers. They chase chipmunks and follow the scent of deer. Now and then they perform a trick—Sit! Stay! Speak!...
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We stroll through wet woods, the collies and I, listening to birdsong and gazing at flowers. They chase chipmunks and follow the scent of deer. Now and then they perform a trick—Sit! Stay! Speak!...
In line for morning coffee at the hospital cafeteria. “Eventually,” says a woman in scrubs to her co-worker, “you run out of food. Then what’re you gonna do? Scrounge for quarters and go eat...
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