Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Short story about the perspective of Mario Molina's dog as a child

Dear diary:

These past few weeks have been awful. My owner Mario, has forgotten me. He never feeds me, he never walks me, he never pets me anymore. He has basically forgotten me. He spends all day in the bathroom. How am I supposed to drinnk now. He always is wearing goggles and gloves. I think he wants to become a scientists or something fancy like that. Now I have to rely on his mom or dad. The worst part is i hear he is going off to Switzerland, to learn a different language. This has been the worst times ever, and I am thinking about running away.



this may not be exactly have happened.

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