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(March 2002)
Saturday afternoon in the Opera House Park
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| The ride to the Opera House took only 20 minutes, but always eager to get out in the open air. | If I turn right, I mused, then I get to the grass lane. | |
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| Yup, time to eat some grass. It's this season's. | ... and breath in those scents of dog girls on shrubs. | |
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| Mate, looking for the same thing, eh? Oh my. | Cut it out, Los, you're here for the opera! Kapeesh? | |
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| Quite right, so let's step in. | It's me, Carlitos, I am at the Opera House, folks! | |
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| Wow, it's sure a big, heavy door this one. | Knock-knock! Hey, anybody in there? | |
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| Drat, guess they're all out for lunch or something. | Never mind, I'll call again sometime later. | |
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| One good thing about parks is that they're always open. | Ever seen a cocker licking his lips? Appetite hint here :) | |
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