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Daddy is buying me a puppy,
we are getting it today. It might be big, it might be small. All of us can play with it, but it will love me most of all. I can throw a stick for it to bring back, or we can roll around in the grass. Or maybe, we can lay there, and watch the cars as they pass. We are getting it, this afternoon. Daddy is letting me have it early, my birthday is not until June.
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