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The red dog curled up and sleeps, the muzzled sheepdog mutters something under its long nose. The carrier blocked the passage and did not let others in. Someone washed their underpants, hung them up and lost them. Sad fate. A man having seen enough of me is now running with a spaniel. And the man in black is running along the jogging track. The leaves on the trees dressed in their sundresses.
