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"Bobby," I called. "Where are you?"
I paced along the dark street, looking in all directions for the dog. "Damn you, Bobby," I muttered as I turned into Central Park. Then, behind me, I heard the swift patter of canine paws and noisy rustling in the bushes. I turned toward the sound. It wasn't Bobby. (55 Word Story)
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