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Why are you here? His eyes seem to ask. Finally noticing the dogs converging, and having completed my mission, I ran with some haste to my truck. Beating them by about 15 feet. I motored on. 26 March 1999 - During a pit stop at Vahl's, I am saddened to learn that the junkyard dog pictured above is no longer with us. He was caught with an Angora chicken in his mouth and was shot on account of it. In Alviso Towne by San Jose, You crossed the line old sport. The chicken in your mouth, a dead truth without retort. Your days of romping over, chasing after cars. Now your bones are buried, and your fangs rip at the stars. |
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