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“My dog ate my homework.” Pfft, thought Lulu the Leonberger. How could she not be offended by such a lie? She had a reputation to uphold. That was of eating only special treats like air-dried Spanish ham, Gorgonzola, empty toilet paper rolls for the fiber, and poop from the lawn in the backyard. She would never eat homework. Years ago, there was the chance of finding a piece of bacon or some boogers stuck between the pages, but nowadays, it was just papers on the socio-political impact of the French Revolution and chemistry labs laced with caffeinated soft drinks.


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