It's about the lost thing.
That was an afternoon, I was walking along the beach to collect bottle tops and I found her sitting next to a big reef. I saw her eyes, a little sad, lost, that sort of look. She couldn't speak. I sympathized with her quite much, so I accompanied her all the afternoon by playing a ball with her. After that, she came to my home. I call her "Aboo".
Aboo is a dog, a lost dog,and she died last year. I miss her quite much cause she taught me how to love.
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