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Sadie in the Grass

Always on a search. Always looking for something. What will she find? She'll find it. Whatever it is. She'll turn it up. Something to pick up. Something to bring to me. Something to shake and drop and throw and chase. Is there a ball? Is there a bone? Is there a stuffed animal or a stick or a... anything? She'll find it. Sadie will find it. Where is it? Onward. Searching. Into the night.

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