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And if it wasn't for some old groaner singing '0 celeste Aida' out in the moonlight till it makes you sick, the place would be perfect.
But where can I go now? Haven't I been kicked around enough? Sure I have.
Haven't I had enough bricks thrown at me? Plenty . . . Still, after what I've been through, I can take a lot.
I'm only whining now because of the pain and cold - though I'm not licked yet ... it takes a lot to keep a good dog down.
But my poor old body's been knocked about by people once too often.
The trouble is that when that cook doused me with boiling water it scalded through right under my fur and now there's nothing to keep the cold out on my left side.
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