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| "Bug" |
I went to bed late, as I always do (I'm a night owl). As usual, my enormous black, long-haired Maine Coon named Bug jumped up on the bed at my feet. I could feel him walking toward my head. I reached out to pet him, but nothing was there. Bug had died three months earlier.
The End
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