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[the Weighted Companion Cube, like any good country dog, spent its day mindlessly following its nose.
it had left its journal behind this time, lying forgotten on the porch of the Winchester saloon, so this pseudo-dog had no means of communicating today.
wandering through Winchester, the little gray mutt was poking its nose into and after anything that smelled interesting.
feel free to say hello, or chase it off, if you are so inclined.]
it had left its journal behind this time, lying forgotten on the porch of the Winchester saloon, so this pseudo-dog had no means of communicating today.
wandering through Winchester, the little gray mutt was poking its nose into and after anything that smelled interesting.
feel free to say hello, or chase it off, if you are so inclined.]