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31: A vivid memory
Eish...ummmm...
My first dog, Patches, who was allowed in the kitchen after I got home from school. My room is right opposite the kitchen. Patches used to wait on the edge of the kitchen door for me to throw my school socks near my door (a habbit I still have). He'd run accross the passage, grab my socks and head out the kitchen door.
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