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"Well hello. How nice to see you. Won't you please come in?" "Why thank you, Gigi. " |
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Below, the front walk, the length of which often constitutes our Gigi's only veritable exercise in the course of a given day. Sashaying it's length to fetch her daily mail at the entry gate. Touching the gate. Pausing, often, to caress the entry gate as if summoning beauty, summoning it back down the long walk to the house. |
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