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1:24 p.m. - Monday, Aug. 11, 2003 And then, of course, I started laughing. Lousy ingrate dogs. Wait till I find them in the Great Beyond, I'll give them a piece of my mind. My mother never came back, nor did any of my grandparents, but that doesn't bother me as much. My relations with people are always different from my relations with dogs: at once more intense and more ambivalent. Dogs don't do anything to make you really hate them, the way people do. And, of course, the more you love someone, the more that someone can hurt you.
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