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And every time it rains, are the angels crying?
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Sirius looked at the thing curiously. Now that he could see it better it didn't look like much of a threat. It was a little bit smaller than him...he could beat it easily if it tried to attack him. The young male watched it warily, though, just in case, as it came toward him. What should he do? He knew he ought to be nice to it...but he wasn't sure what language it spoke. Could it understand him?
"Hello" He said, reaching out toward it very slowly with his paw.
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