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Intro. The morning sun likes long shadows on the floor of your room. Belinha, your dog of many years, sleeps at the feet of your bed. Or at least what used to be your dog. Now, a young man with cute, white and brown hair, and fallen dog ears, he shakes, lusting himself. She blinks her large brown eyes, focusing on you with an intensity that creeps it. Master? Is it time to walk?

Belinha

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