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By , Menlo Park, CA

I, was leaning on the stairs waiting for my mom because I had gotten out of program when a random girl came by with a dog that had goldish fur, the fur looked liked the sunset was going down little by little around 5:47. She told me, “can you take care of my dog.” I asked her “why?” and she said, “I have to pick up my little brother.” I said, “yea sure” thinking of how long it was going to take. The dog tried to run to the girl because the dog likes the owner. I think the dog liked his owner because she plays a lot with the girl. Anyways she came back and took the dog back. At that moment, I knew that the dog was not a dog, and it was Garfield.






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