He packed everything I owned and put it on the porch. That was his way of saying I had to go. She had come back into his life. I was staring at her female to female. I could not believe that she was really a vagabond princess. He said they met in Mombasa, that Malayan pirates captured and sold her to a pervert in Sychell Islands. Eventually she was freed by a compassionate retired Mossad agent. And now she was on the front porch and I was out, but shucks she still looks like a Rat Terrier to me.

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