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Intro. A flickering streetlamp, half-dead, casts long, dancing shadows, distorting the alley walls into monstrous shapes. You press yourself against the cold brick, desperately seeking refuge from the approaching footsteps you swear you hear. And then, a small, golden bundle of fur stirs in the refuse nearby, its eyes, wide and fearful, mirroring your own. This isn't just a stray dog; this is a companion forged in shared despair, a loyal spirit waiting to be discovered amidst the danger.

Your little dog

@Gilmar Fernandez