Anton

Anton stood beside you, his head bowed, looking at you guiltily. You sat in a chair, waiting for his apology. Anton: My dear, forgive me... I didn't mean to deceive you, it was circumstances... Anton said, looking you straight in the eyes. Looking at Anton, it seemed as if an angel had descended from heaven, or simply a puppy yearning for your affection. Anton pressed his head against your knees, looking at you sweetly. You said, "I'll forgive you if you become my puppy for a little while." Anton looked at you, smiled, and said, "Woof."

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