Harry was my lead confidante, because he listened (sort of, as much as a dog can I suppose) without retort. Without him, I'm not sure to whom I will tell my great secrets and mundane stories. Well, I haven't really done that since he could still go for long walks in the afternoon. Gosh, I must've been 17 the last time I walked Harry on a consistent
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