A Thing of Beauty

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

A Thing of Beauty

Apples of Gold.

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and she’s hella cute, right? Pittie mix, all white, a babe. My friend went with me when I took her to Petco for the first time, and he was super tired because he works night shift. We’re at a red light and he looks back at her and says, “She’s… Really cute…a-and…” I hear his voice start to crack. I look over and ask if he’s okay, he’s still going, “I just want to cuddle her so badly!” He bites his lip, gulps a little and then HE FREAKING STARTS CRYING WHILE STILL GOING ON ABOUT HOW CUTE SHE IS.
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