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Mr. Dawg sat quietly on the porch and watched as the humans ran around the yard, franticly searching. Leaving no stone unturned and no corner untouched upon.
Looking down at the piece of paper he had found, it was times like this that he wished he could read. "Pay to the bearer One million dollars"
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