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tragicomicnight
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I gestured for my dog to come to me, but he seemed quite happy where he was. I didn't blame him. The smile on his face seemed to say "good choice". Rochester gave a happy yawn as I thought about it. It had been awhile. "I've had Rochester for 7 years now. Longer than I've had this place. I couldn't move without him, he's the best friend I've got." I thought about offering her a drink, but we had both had a couple. Not so much that I shouldn't have been driving, but still, I didn't want to be drunk. The experience of her was a vivid and fantastic one. I leaned clumsily over my dog to kiss her, hoping that things would be led out of the living room soon.