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Thank you for your patience, but my story is not yet over. You may recall that I mentioned that this is the story of the worst day of my life. Well, incredibly, that day was not over...
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Only eleven hours had passed since I had been roused by my alarm. I had no way of knowing, as I slowly regained consciousness, that evening was about the fall on the worst day of my life.
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| *sniff sniff sniff* *arf!* | |
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The fog in my head slowly cleared, and I found myself staring at a beautiful sky. Sadly, that view was blocked by the head of the ugliest dog I have ever seen. It was sniffing my head.
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| *sniff sniff snuffle sniff* | |
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| Whatchoo found there, Rex ol' boy? | |
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