One Christmas when I was little, my sisters and I all got pound kitties and my brother got a pound puppy named Wrinkles. During one of the many trips my mom took with just her and her 4 young children, we had a layover in LAX. My brother lost Wrinkles, and my family lost me. Thankfully I was found, but Wrinkles sadly was not. The other day I saw this pound puppy who looked just like him, and couldn't resist getting it for Johnny.
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I want this on the record. I was maybe 7 years old, so mom lost you, not your family.
Don't show Stephen this picture; he will feel sad.
PS Don't tell mom I said that.
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