Egg yolk is the name of a dog◤•͈ᴥ•͈◥ ୭
I picked up a puppy, and my parents would never let me keep it.
But I still kept it, using the meals I saved and the change I got from hard work.
It thrives until it dies of old age.
I buried it in the back hill.
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Puppies have two faces, day and night.
The little boy next door always avoids me.
His mother said he was sleepy at night.
I think I found the reason why my puppy is always different.
[Tips before reading]
*Short story, I'm too tired to write something relaxing.
*The text is written in the third person, with dual perspectives interspersed. The writing will probably be more casual, and I don't want to think too hard about logic and rhythm.
*The protagonist will not have intimate contact until he reaches adulthood.
Purpose: Live seriously
