Tonight I’m sitting out with my friends by the river watching white cigar smoke gently float upwards. It leaves me thinking: I wish I could fly. That would be so much fun. I could chase the smoke into the air and even get a better look at some of those squirrels who have been nervously eyeballing me from afar. That could never happen. Who ever heard of a flying dog.
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