my new rat faced librarian friend...the smell of old books as I enter the fourth floor...flying hubcap...finally giving up on the old man who calls himself an instructor...running into old friends...making new ones...pool tournament...slippers in the shape of dogs...beautiful weather...stress...flowers that smell like poo, yes they do exist...my
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MORAL OF THE STORY: never pick up a stray dog. (even if it's cute)
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