Dog Guest
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I miss that guy with yellow hair. It's been four or five days and I haven't seen Huang Mao again. I can't see the yellow hair, and my heart is empty. Nothing will happen to Huang Mao, right? When I came home from get off work and took out the keys to open the door to my unit, I carefully looked down to see if Huang Mao was happily trying to get out of the door and play outside, or was following me, trying to get in from the outside. I was afraid that the heavy security door would trap Huang Mao's body. Huangmao is a dog. Half a month ago, I cried for Huang Mao. I work at Morning News, and for the past three months I have been the editor-in-chief on duty. That day, at one o'clock in the morning, I just finished signing the last proof. By the time I got home from the taxi, it was already around two o'clock in the morning.
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