So, I decided to suicide. I had rather be dead again than a weiner dog. When my master wasn't looking, I ran out into traffic. A late model Volvo hit me causing my spine to fractured and my stomach to burst, spilling my guts in the hot sun. It took a while to die and no one really seemed to care, even my master. The last thing I heard, before the world went black, was a little kid yell, "Mommy, Mommy, that weiner dog exploded!"
When I woke up, I was me again and alive. Although, I kind of feel like my hands may be smaller than they were before.
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