Every morning, I walk Eli to school. And every afternoon, I pick him up. I love Maria, the crossing guard. Maybe it's the smell of her dog that permeates her clothing, or maybe it's because she has blond hair like me. I am not sure why, but I love her. Every time I see her, I pull on my leash (I know I am NOT supposed to do that) and wag my tail with excitement. I generally do not jump, but I find it difficult to keep all four paws on the ground when I see her. She loves me too, by the way.
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