4 years, 11 moths and 29 days later later...
I've been traveling from Colorado for years and I finally made it, New York! I smell the polluted air, look at the smug actors, and the rushing taxis. My four legs were fragile and frail from the walk here but I'm sure I can make there; across the street. But my luck had run out, as I urge myself across the street to the Gershwin theater a man scoops me up and takes me home. Then he takes me to the veterinarian and finds I have owners, yay. The man takes me home to the Squires. Back to where I started, damn.
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