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An Old Story

An Old Story

A big ugly rug lays on top of the old wood floors covering up the ancient dust from many years before 

On that rug lays an old mutt dog with shaggy fur all knotted up from playing outside all day in the woods named Buster 

He lays in the same exact spot every single day and night so much his fur and dirt outlines his domain where he stays inside 

Just a foot behind that fur outlined spot where the old mutt dog lays on top of that big ugly rug that covers the ancient dust upon the old wood floors sits an old man on an outdated plaid reclining chair named Bob 

Bob at the start of everyday and the end of every night enjoys sitting on his outdated plaid reclining chair with his feet up just behind his old mutt dog with shaggy fur all knotted up named Buster who is laying on his fur covered spot on the big ugly rug that covers the ancient dust upon the old wood floors 
smoking his old wood pipe filled with Indian tobacco 

That was until after many years of this exact same thing the old man Bob had to put his old wood pipe filled with Indian tobacco down from his old black lungs coming down with cancer 

And shortly after that big ugly rug that covered the ancient dust upon the old wood floors where the old man named Bob sat on his old plaid reclining chair no longer had an old mutt dog with shaggy fur knotted named Buster sitting in front of him because he had to be put down and all that was there was an outline spot of fur for a reminder of a damn good dog and an old wooden pipe with no Indian tobacco 

 

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