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I feel free!
WHEN I was growing up, there were lots of times when I didn't feel free. Sometimes I felt sad and lonely. Sometimes I felt confused or discouraged. At those times, I would go down to the basement and sit on the big sofa. My dog, Betsy, would always come and sit with me. She comforted me. She also taught me a lot about freedom.
Betsy lived freedom. When she was a puppy we made a small fenced area in the basement to keep her in one spot. She always found a way out. When she got bigger we gave her half of the basement. But she learned to jump up on the door and turn the doorknob with her paws!
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If love is not returned
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Written for the Sentinel
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