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the dog sprawls on the floor, chewing and gnawing at the rashes and irritations of urban living. I often wonder what would happen if he could live in his beloved forest, ever exploring and discovering

my wife curls in the bed, desperately trying to journal away her mental illness. I often wonder what would happen if she could live in her beloved mountains, ever exploring and discovering

me and my goofy looking homebody puppy are on the couch.