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| Gathered a few essentials and planted myself firmly on the patio |
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| where I propped up my very-German-as-of-late feet and made a dent in my summer reading |
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| while Pepper (what else?) sniffed around the yard |
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| and found her favorite toy |
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| until she heard the sound of shortbread being unwrapped. |
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| Begging got her nowhere, though, so she soon found a friend to curl up with inside. Which earned her sympathy and a belly scratch, sure. But no shortbread. |
