It all started one afternoon in 1998 at the Daytona Flea Market. My big brother Sam (then in 9th grade) rushed up to me and excitedly told me they had puppies. So I (then in 2nd grade) ran with him to visit the many cages of tiny puppies. After peering into many, we found a cage with two little black puppies. The sign above the cage read "Black Lab
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my relationship with my cat is no where near that, and unfortunetly she's still alive.
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i know exactly how that feels..i went thru it twice
love you lots &lots
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well, i totally just started crying. but it wasn't over something stupid. and i'm sorry and i hope you feel better because i don't.
and paul, maybe you should read a little more and be a little more understanding to your cat's feelings. then it might like you.
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im very very sorry!
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<3 sara eslami
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