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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

MY story (Fictional)

My master was always mean to me. I never had enough to eat at all, the only food i had was the garbage can( or what was left in it.) I wished i could run away, but if i did, my so called master would walk slowly to his truck (i'd be around the corner at this time) then drive to where i was. He would drive slowly too. It's weird how i run as fast as i cn, which is probably faster than the rate he is driving but, he still gets me.



* Continued by another write/reader*

Originally made by Kaelyn


This is from a dog's point of view.

1 comment:

  1. You can submit your part of the story here. As a comment. Do not have the same situation as this one or somebody else's. Thank you!

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