My dogs ate our good condition 1912 (approximately) copy of "Peter and Wendy"
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I'm having Dog Stew for dinner.
(It was on the book shelf. BEHIND a large, heavy box.)
And my dad is still being an ass. I'm trying not to reply with just "sjhdsfsj;dtbqRIHPOQFW0972wetfweu01jwgq"