Oh SOophia I wasn’t talking to myself I was talking to the dog.
Only if he can find his owner before Dorothy gets home, she hates dogd.
Oh he likes me, he must be a male-mind? Min of course I mind, you cant keep that filthy beast in my house.
You won’t even know he’s here.
Dorothy has to say it’s ok, too.
H=That seems fair.
Ive had it, Ive just had it. In the past few days Ive been turnd down for every available part-time job.
Right. Its dteady work, they supply the uniform, and you’re married to God.