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You are not going to believe this, but it is 6.30am and I have just woken up from a dream that I was wearing a shirt which had been peed on by one of the dogs I look after.
Weird. Do you suppose that my dogs are in cahoots with those dogs? Or do you imagine that are somehow communicating in the dream world?
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