"You're here as well . huh?"
"That's right . I'm a few days ahead of ya . "
"What's your reason for being here, power?"
"I want a date . "
"Same . . . "
"How long have you been single?"
"Two hundred and thirty-three years . "
"Two-fifty . Looks like I'm single longer than you were . "
Two dogs leaned against each other on a parterre . Their mouths were closed, but even only with their eyes, it did not pose any challenge to their conversation .
One of the dogs was black, and the other was yellow .
The black dog that claimed to be 233 years old looked strong despite it's deflated stomach; the 250-years-old yellow dog was of a tinier frame and an even flatter stomach .
At this point, an office lady strolled in with her phone in her hand . Her other hand was holding the leash to her white Labrador as she walked past the flower bed .
As soon as the Labrador appeared, both of their noses sniffed and they gave each other an indescribable s
Chapter end
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