I like dogs very much. When I was an elementary schoolgirl, I used to look an illustrated reference book of dogs. I had a dog for a pet. Her name is Happy. She has big eyes and is very cute. On my ninth birthday, she became a member of my family. I had a good time with her every day. We got along well. When I was 18 years old, Happy died. Then, my little sister and I cried. In fact, I want a pet, but I will not buy a pet. My pet is only Happy. I love Happy.
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