I walk down Barribang street . To my left , there is a dog . They tell me that he is a German Shepherd .This is difficult to believe . I mean , he is easily twice as large as any German Shepherd I have ever seen . I approach his massive frame , and wrap my arms around him and begin to cry .
His name is King . Maybe after Elvis , I am not quite sure . Regardless , he has learned something these fucking Pentecostals know nothing about . Mercy . He lets me hold onto him as long as I desire . Truly King...is King . As for Elvis Presley...a close second .
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