The girl said, “I have a white dog called Poodle, who is not really a Poodle. Yesterday Dad took me to the garage, alone, and told me that Poodle is probably going to die this week, because he is too old.” Ronda remained silent in her office, her eyes fixed … Continue reading Facebook and Making Friends
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