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10h
that dog
the one that bites
don’t get close to it
or it’ll bite you too


‘it bit me’
the blood is still warm,
dripping from hands that shook
but no one dared to look.

‘why doesn’t someone help me?’
that ******* dog
wait, it’s not a dog!
ivan
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ivan  14/M/Brazil
(14/M/Brazil)   
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