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The sky was perfectly clear as Fred walked

  • The sky was perfectly clear as Fred walked down the sidewalk. His short, brown hair was perfect. Suddenly, he saw a stray dog.
  • It had a scruffy mohawk with a disheveled, frankly my dear don't give a damn look & was being followed by three bitches. Suddenly Fred realized he had it all wrong.His perfect hair
  • did not matter. All those trips to the doggy salon were wasted. To get the bitches, it was all about self-confidence and style to match, not some overpriced perm at the hands of
  • a middle-aged woman named Peggie who thought I would "get along so well with her other dogs." Screw her, I was going to become the coolest dog on the block, starting with
  • the block on the corner of 101st and Melville Ave. I was the coolest dog on that block for sure except I was the ONLY dog on that block.
  • The cats were scared of me, mostly. I shared a human with a cat, we got along swimmingly. This was not unusual, but my human was a seismologist who knew when earthquakes were
  • proper earthquakes, not the dumb hipster earthquakes you get these days. Conveniently, my human also had a time machine, so he took me and the cat to
  • Paris, 1927, where we danced wild and free to the wildest swing music you ever heard. It was all emotion, throwing ourselves into the passion of the dance while the cat
  • observed like a spy. While the heated dancing continued, the cat watched with malicious intent.
  • The spy could never have known that the dance was a fatal trap. As gunfire erupted on the dancefloor below, the cat stretched out over a chaise longue, finally able to relax.

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