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Aug 2019
Ever since the moment you left, he sits and waits on our front steps. He sadly looks his eyes to me, I scratch his ears on bended knee. He softly whimpers as if to say, why’d she have to run away.
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B D Caissie  48/M/Canada 🇨🇦
(48/M/Canada 🇨🇦)   
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