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He simply followed her as she took it back out and put it in the make-shift saddlebag. He watched her curiously as she talked to the horse. While she was doing that, he turned and walked under the still standing porch roo that was attached to the home. As she turned to look for him, he couldn't keep his tail from skidding back and forth on the ground in happiness of being remembered.


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