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Gizmo: A Short Story
Do you have a Puppy? I do and his name is Gizmo. Getting Gizmo is one of the best things that ever happened to me. Here’s how it happened. It was near my birthday when I asked my parents if I could get a dog. Sadly, they said I wasn't ready for a dog because I couldn't take care of it. I was distraught because I had wanted a dog for as long could remember.
A few days passed, and I had finally gotten over not getting a dog. I was chilling at my house watching tv, bored as ever , until my mom came downstairs and announced that she was going to the store. I said “ok I’ll see ya later”, and my mom left. A couple of hours had passed, when my mom asked me if I could help her with the “bags”. So I went.
Once I got outside, to my surprise, a tiny,
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