#28865 - I was crying, ready to just collapsed on the grass and curl up, but my hands were still bound around the tree. What did I tell you about covering yourself, you stupid mutt? How am I supposed to train you when you continue to disobey me? He pulls my leash up so I'm looking up at him, his face stern and domineering. This is written as internal monologue, so personal details and exposition were left out.
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