And of course, one cold, misty evening, under the pouring thunderstorms, the beagle returned and sat near its dog house at the lawn, wagging it tails, happy, content, playful, as if nothing had happened.
And all you can't help think about, even more than rage, than desperation, than the need to curse left and right, is how your chest practically exploded with happiness at the sight of it.
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