Actually, the dog was my college roommate when he was really crazy, and we talked him out of listening to it for a long time, so we had a dog in the dorm, so we were loose in our bedrooms, so often we weren't there, our dormitories were in harmony, and no one was going to tell us anything, so we spent months in peace, and we finally graduated, moved out, saw a dog coming out of our bedroom, and now we all remember his face.

Just because my roommate was out of town and couldn't take the dog away, I was in a difficult situation, but I thought about years of school, and I couldn't help it, or the next mission, remember, when I took the dog home, I sat downstairs for over an hour.

I guess I wouldn't have been able to get in the house if I hadn't brought my dog back.

Dad hasn't dealt with me for months, but it's a good thing he's back in town. He's staying at home.

But it's not like I've been out of town for months, and just as soon as I got home yesterday, Dad lets me go, except that one year ago, last year, Dad said to take the dog home and get the fuck out, and now Dad says to leave if you don't buy your brother a snack today. Well, I'm not real. I'm doomed.
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