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Medusa



Medusa, an affenpinscher with a car chasing issue, looked at her owner, Amaris, talking into a not-yet-ripe banana. That didn’t faze her at all. Ever since Medusa had that run-in with the silver 2002 Opel Vectra, she had seen all kinds of fantastical things; An orange cheese tennis ball the size of Wisconsin, fifteen pink mice performing Ziggy Stardust on a piece of velcro toast, and a stick made of chopped liver and mailman pants that spoke to her in Hindi. Either that or Flemish. It wasn’t until Amaris melted into a bowl of Swedish fish fingers Medusa got worried.


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