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Dogs, crowds, and tupperwares

The dog, it's barking. Whoa whoa whoa!  Do you like my imitation of it? I like the fur it has. What colour is this? I want to hug ghou ghou. Come here, ghou ghou. What? Don't tell me it's a wild dog. How could something so beautiful be "wild"? Ghou ghou! Ghou ghou! Can't you see? It's got a soul. See how ghou ghou looks at me, Mama.  I want to be home. Home for ghou ghou.  I want to go home. I'm scared. So many people here. I'm going to cry. Mama go away. Don't tell me what to do! I'm a big girl. I can walk now. Heck, I can run. Away from you.  Hate you. Hit you, kick, fill the air with my screams. Argh!  Let me go. I don't want you. But I want you! Don't go. I want booboo. I'm sleepy.  I shall sleep in your arms.  I'm home.  So many colours in the grocery store. So many types of shades. So many bottles with liquids. What are they?  I want to hold, I want to touch, I want to taste. I run and run, and big people tower over me...

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