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He loves to sing, sleep, listen to the sound of rain, eat, ride in the car and many other things.
We had been neighbors for a long time. Our houses were side by side, window to window. You were a painter and I was a singer, but we didn't talk to each other, even though we lived next door. Until one day, your pet dog came into my room.
Loves pizza, grapes, doesn't like onions, loves playing guitar, loves singing, loves sleeping.
I enter my room
What the hell is this mess?
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