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Be prepared. A dog is adorable and noble.A dog is a true and loving friend. A dogis also a hedonist.

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Why should I have been surprised?Hunters walk the forestwithout a sound.The hunter, strapped to his rifle,the fox on his feet of silk,the serpent on his empire of muscles—all move in a stillness,hungry, careful, intent.Just as the cancerentered the forest of my body,without a sound.
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