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We have a new puppy, I have named it Higgins. Father brought it home from the town last of night.
The nights seems to be gettting darker - I can feel it's chilled hands pulling me into the pit - It's rusting iron fence is latching shut and I fear my days are numbered. -
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Wow.
And the identity thieve has been caught.
I think I won. Maybe.
