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January 18th, 2011

Every night I tell my dog, “I love you Monsieur le Roof-Roof.”
I know he’d tell me he loves me if he could. Because I feed him.
And if he did, he’d be the first boy to tell me he loves me in years and years and years.

It’s not even as close to as sad as it sounds.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, January 18th, 2011 at 11:13 pm and is filed under daily post.

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