I saw a black dog. It did not brak at me. It is very silent. It has just a single eye. The other one was broken, and left a red scar. Black and red, fur and blood, they are its outside and its inside, which represented its present and its past. I bought the food. I want to feed it. It smelled the can carefully, and went away. Maybe it is very scary. Maybe it was! After all, I was not conscious of the point at the time. Then, I stopped to go to another way. When I went back to the same place, the dog was gone. While the memory was recalled, I felt a little heart-broken, a little sad, a little sympathy, but trees are still the trees, stores doing their business, and Ximen maintains her persistence, as well as her long story.
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