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| Oh dear, I wish I had some hambones for supper--SUGAR DOG! Thank god! Oh, please...give me some of your hambones! | |
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| Well--did Sugar Dog give you any of his hambones for supper? | |
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| No...no, he didn't. So I called Animal Control. And now, unless he's adopted within ten days, he'll be euthanized. | |
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| I don't even like hambones anymore, after what Mom did to Sugar Dog. | |
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| I don't even like MOMMY anymore. I hope she gets real bad cancer. | |
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