When I was around 8th grade, in my angsty time when I thought I had the worst life in the world, I got in a fight with my mother. I remember crying my eyes out and walking out to my back porch, where my dog was. I sat down on the back step, and Bandit walked over to me, and laid his head on my knee, just like he knew how upset I was. I remember
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