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Guah, Guah, Guah, this Ms. Wheatie house, no, no, no. Is that what's really going on with her? Still, that was, she's upset, current, sad? That's the worst, you know? Leave your dog at home, poor doggy. God help us!
You just start crying over your dog being humble. It's like, duh, I'm not gonna bring the dog with you. Almost as like a baby. Like, maybe. It's like, duh, nobody cries. Like, be so fucking forgetful.