When we were out on the street the day before yesterday, when we saw a little milk dog running around in the street, when the traffic was so heavy, and the dog was not easy to see, and when he ran for a while, it happened to be a car, because it was not easy to cross the road and get hit, but the little one was scared, lying down on the ground, and he was afraid to look around, and there was no doubt that he was going to hang himself, and then he stood up and ran again, and the driver yelled at the dog, and he didn't have eyes.
Seeing that it's a daily thing, it's insensitive, that many people come to the scene, but no one's holding it forward, although it's only for a short while, at a time when there's no doubt that there's a new century going on, and it's actually a good time, because I can't look at it anymore, and it's always a driver, and if I've been able to take it anywhere else, I can drive away.
And it's only because of the fact that for a while now, several cars have been gambled back, and the living can't let their urine suffocate to death, because it's impossible to care about an easy-looking stray dog, because I put it in the toilet, and I'm ready to leave in advance, because I'm just trying to help it, but it's like I don't want to follow it, and I have to look like a poor face, and it's so much fun to look like I've been coming home with me, and I've come to follow me wherever I look, and I've seen it, and I can't bear it.
When I put it to one side, I thought that rich people were born to die, and I thought about it, and after I had gone so far as to pretend I didn't care about it, then I went back and forth, and the bastard went after me with all his hard work, even though his calves were short, but he was doing his best to chase me, and he couldn't bear it for a moment, so I couldn't help but walk back and hold it in my arms and hold it.