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       Maybe there is some ancient instinct: what forcing dogs to wake the loved one: often happens:
that: our dog starts licking my face - and the children have it too     - I suspected my daughter of
insidiousness: when she always began to rattle: to speak out loud and slam the door:   when she saw:
that I overslept on the couch. :But the sleeping man is creepy: and: looks like dead:     especially
during the day: and actually: we shouldn't to show each other: in this pre-mortal state.
       Or really: those pampered monsters: just wants to feast on our miserable lives: and from soul
:they don't let us wasted the precious time: which all: and without the rest: should belong to them?