Abandoned Puppy Becomes the Angel a Grieving Old Man Prayed For

After losing his wife and son, 91-year-old Burt had given up on miracles. But everything changed when a puppy abandoned in a cardboard box crossed his path. Two years later, when that same dog disappeared, Burt’s journey to find him uncovered a miracle far greater than he could have imagined.

The autumn wind rustled through the leaves as Burt shuffled along the familiar path to the church, his weathered cane tapping against the sidewalk. At 91, every step was deliberate, and every breath a reminder of the long life he’d lived… mostly alone.

The morning fog hung low, wrapping the street in a pearl-gray blanket when a sound caught his attention. A squeaky whimper, barely audible, drifted from a rain-soaked cardboard box by the roadside.

A sad older man walking on the road | Source: Midjourney

A sad older man walking on the road | Source: Midjourney

Burt’s arthritic knees protested as he bent down to investigate. Inside, a tiny black and white puppy shivered, its eyes large and pleading. A crumpled note was taped to the box: “Take care of him!”

The old man’s heart, hardened by decades of solitude after losing his wife Martha and their son James in that terrible car crash, softened at the sight of the helpless creature.

“Well,” he whispered, “I suppose the Lord works in mysterious ways.”

A sad little puppy abandoned in a cardboard box on the roadside | Source: Midjourney

A sad little puppy abandoned in a cardboard box on the roadside | Source: Midjourney

Burt gathered the puppy in his trembling hands, tucked it inside his coat, and returned home. The church could wait… this little soul needed him more.

He named the puppy Sebastian. It was the name Martha had always said they’d give to their second child before fate had other plans.

Something about the little fellow’s gentle eyes reminded him of Martha’s kindness, and the name just felt right. “I hope you like me, little one!” Burt said as the pup wagged his little tail.

From that first day, Sebastian filled Burt’s silent house with unexpected joy and hearty barks.

A cute puppy playing with his chewy toy | Source: Midjourney

A cute puppy playing with his chewy toy | Source: Midjourney

Sebastian grew into a handsome dog with a distinctive white patch shaped like a star on his chest. He had a habit of bringing Burt his slippers every morning and sitting beside him during afternoon tea as if he knew exactly what the old man needed.

For two years, they were inseparable. Sebastian became Burt’s reason to wake up, venture outside, and smile again. The dog would wait by the window when Burt went to get groceries, his tail wagging so hard his whole body shook when the old man returned.

Their evening walks became a neighborhood fixture — the stooped figure and his faithful companion, moving slowly but contentedly along the twilight streets.

Grayscale shot of an older man walking his dog | Source: Pixabay

Grayscale shot of an older man walking his dog | Source: Pixabay

Then came that terrible Thursday in October.

Sebastian had been acting restless all morning, his ears perking up at something only he could hear. The neighborhood strays were particularly vocal that day, their barks echoing from the direction of the old park by the high school.

A female dog in heat, Burt would later learn, had drawn many of the local dogs to that area. Sebastian kept rushing to the window, whining softly, his tail twitching as he paced by the door.

Burt wasn’t too worried at first. Sebastian had always been well-behaved, never one to wander.

A curious dog looking through the window | Source: Midjourney

A curious dog looking through the window | Source: Midjourney

“Settle down, boy,” Burt had said fondly, reaching for the leash. “We’ll go for our walk after lunch.”

But Sebastian’s agitation only grew. When Burt let him out into their fenced yard as usual, the dog immediately ran to the far corner, standing alert and listening to the distant barking. Burt went inside to fix their lunch, and when he called Sebastian 15 minutes later, there was no response.

The gate was ajar. Burt found a mail in the mailbox. But Sebastian was nowhere to be found. Had the postman left the gate open? Panic seized Burt’s chest as he searched the yard, calling Sebastian’s name with increasing desperation.

A startled older man standing outside his cottage | Source: Midjourney

A startled older man standing outside his cottage | Source: Midjourney

Hours stretched into days. Burt barely ate or slept, spending endless hours on his porch, clutching Sebastian’s worn leather collar. The nights were the worst. The silence that had once been his constant companion now felt like a gaping wound in his soul, raw and bleeding with every tick of the grandfather clock.

Every creak of the floorboards made him look up, hoping to see Sebastian trotting in with that apologetic look dogs get when they know they’ve worried their humans.

When his neighbor Tom rushed over with news of a dead dog on the highway, Burt felt the ground disappear beneath his feet, his heart shattering into a thousand tiny pieces.

A heartbroken older man overwhelmed with shock and grief | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken older man overwhelmed with shock and grief | Source: Midjourney

The relief at discovering it wasn’t Sebastian was immediately followed by guilt. He couldn’t leave another creature unmourned, so he buried the unknown dog, saying a prayer for its family wherever they were.

The missing posters he put up around town told their own story of love and loss:

“MISSING: SEBASTIAN. Beloved family member. Black & white dog with star-shaped patch on chest. Reward: A home-cooked meal & endless gratitude. Contact: Burt, Door No. A31, Maple Avenue, Oak Street.”

Some people smiled sympathetically at the modest offer, but Burt’s famous pot roast was all he had to give. When nobody contacted him, Burt pushed open the heavy doors of the police station, clutching Sebastian’s favorite chew toy in his trembling hands.

A poster with a missing dog's photo nailed to a tree | Source: Midjourney

A poster with a missing dog’s photo nailed to a tree | Source: Midjourney

“He’s my only family…” The desk sergeant barely looked up from his computer as Burt explained his situation, his voice quavering with desperation. A few officers lounging nearby exchanged smirks.

“Sir,” the sergeant sighed, “we’ve got three ongoing missing persons cases, two armed robberies, and a hit-and-run to solve. We can’t spare resources to look for a dog that probably just ran away.”

One of the officers chuckled. “Maybe he found himself a girlfriend!” he said, drawing snickers from his colleagues. Burt’s shoulders slumped, each laugh feeling like a knife in his heart. He turned to leave, his cane scraping against the linoleum floor, when a gentle voice called out.

“Sir! Hold on!”

A disheartened older man | Source: Midjourney

A disheartened older man | Source: Midjourney

The dismissive laughter at the police station cut deep, but young Officer Charlie’s kind eyes held understanding. Though he couldn’t officially help, he promised to keep an eye out during his patrols and took Burt’s phone number.

“My grandmother,” he said quietly, “she lived alone with her dog. I understand what this dog means to you, sir. I really do.”

Two weeks after Sebastian’s disappearance, Burt’s hope faded. His joints ached more than usual, perhaps from all the walking he’d done searching for Sebastian or maybe from the weight of grief settling back into his bones.

He sat in his armchair, looking at the empty dog bed in the corner, when his rotary phone rang.

A rotary phone on the table | Source: Pexels

A rotary phone on the table | Source: Pexels

It was Officer Charlie, speaking quickly, excitement in his voice. “Mr. Burt? I’m off duty, but I was hiking in the woods near Old Miller’s property, and I heard barking coming from somewhere below the ground. There’s an abandoned well out there… it’s been partially covered with boards, but there’s a gap. I think… I think you should come out here.”

Burt’s hands shook so badly he could barely grip his cane. He hurried to his neighbor Tom’s house to ask if Tom could drive him to the woods. Tom agreed, and the two left in his car. When they arrived at the woods, they found Charlie waiting with ropes and flashlights. The young officer had already called the fire department but couldn’t wait for them to arrive.

“He’s down there, Mr. Burt. I saw the white star-like patch on his chest when I shined my light down.”

Burt burst into tears, his fragile voice trembling as he called out to Sebastian. “My boy… are you alright down there? Can you hear me? Just… just give me a sign. Please.”

“Woof! Woof!” The familiar bark echoed from the well, lifting Burt’s weary spirit and flooding his heart with hope.

An abandoned well | Source: Pexels

An abandoned well | Source: Pexels

The next hour was a flurry of activity. The fire department arrived with proper equipment, and a young firefighter was carefully lowered into the dry, abandoned well.

Word of the rescue spread quickly, and soon, people from across town gathered at the scene. The crowd held their breath as they heard movement below, and then a familiar bark echoed from the darkness.

Burt fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

An anxious older man in the woods | Source: Midjourney

An anxious older man in the woods | Source: Midjourney

When they finally pulled Sebastian up, he was thin and muddy but very much alive. He’d likely been surviving on rainwater at the bottom of the well. The moment they set him down, he bolted straight to Burt, nearly knocking the old man over with the force of his love.

Sebastian’s tail wagged so hard it seemed to blur, and he covered Burt’s face with frantic kisses, whimpering as if trying to tell his story all at once.

“My boy,” Burt sobbed, burying his face in Sebastian’s dirty fur. “My precious, precious boy. I missed you. You scared me.” The gathered crowd wiped away tears, watching the reunion unfold.

A dog running in the woods | Source: Midjourney

A dog running in the woods | Source: Midjourney

An elderly woman stepped forward from the crowd, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

“I’ve been watching Mr. Burt walk past my house every day for the past two weeks,” she said to no one in particular, her voice quivering. “Every evening, calling that dog’s name until his voice gave out. I’ve never seen such devotion. Such love. Such compassion.”

“Sebastian,” Burt whispered, still holding his dog close. “I thought I’d lost you forever, just like I lost them.” His voice broke on the last word, and Officer Charlie knelt beside them, placing a gentle hand on Burt’s shoulder.

“Sir,” Charlie said softly, “let’s get you both home. Sebastian needs food and rest, and so do you.”

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Cropped shot of a cop | Source: Pexels

As Tom helped Burt to his feet, the old man turned to Charlie with tears still streaming down his weathered face. “Young man,” he said, gripping Charlie’s hand, “thank you so much. You have no idea what you’ve just returned to me.”

Charlie’s eyes misted as he replied, “My grandmother… before she passed last year, she told me stories about her dog from when she was young. She’d say, ‘Charlie, sometimes angels have four legs.’ When I saw your missing posters, I kept thinking about her.”

“Angels have four legs,” Burt repeated, looking down at Sebastian, who hadn’t moved more than an inch from his side. “Martha used to say something similar. She’d tell our James that dogs are God’s way of reminding us that love speaks without words.”

A dog in the woods looking up at someone | Source: Midjourney

A dog in the woods looking up at someone | Source: Midjourney

One of the firefighters approached, helmet in hand. “Mr. Burt, we should get Sebastian checked out by a vet. Would you like us to call someone?”

“I know a vet who makes house calls,” Tom interjected. “She’s my daughter’s friend. I’ll give her a call right now.”

As they made their way back through the woods, an elderly man from the neighborhood spoke up. “Burt, you mentioned a home-cooked meal as a reward on your posters. Well, I’d say Officer Charlie here has earned it!”

Burt straightened his shoulders, some of his old dignity returning. “Indeed he has. And not just Charlie. All of you… you all came out here to help find my boy.”

His voice trembled as he looked at the gathered faces. “I’ve lived in this town for 63 years, most of them alone. I thought I was forgotten, just an old man with his dog. But today…” He paused to compose himself.

An emotional older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

An emotional older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Nobody’s forgotten, Mr. Burt,” Charlie said firmly. “Nobody should be forgotten.”

“Then please,” Burt said, addressing the crowd, “all of you come to dinner tomorrow. It might be a tight squeeze in my little cottage, but Martha always said a home expands to fit the love inside it.”

As they reached the edge of the woods, Sebastian stopped and looked up at Burt, his tail wagging slowly. Despite his ordeal, his eyes held the same devotion they’d shown since that first day Burt found him in the cardboard box.

“You know,” Burt said, his voice laced with emotion, “during these past two weeks, I kept thinking about that note in the box. ‘Take care of him,’ it said. But the truth is, he’s been taking care of me all along.”

Charlie smiled, helping Burt navigate a rough patch of ground. “Sometimes, Mr. Burt, that’s exactly how family works.”

Nostalgic picture of an abandoned puppy in a box bearing a note | Source: Midjourney

Nostalgic picture of an abandoned puppy in a box bearing a note | Source: Midjourney

The following evening, Burt’s small cottage was filled with more people than it had seen in decades. True to his word, he prepared a feast — his special pot roast, Martha’s recipe for apple pie, and all the fixings. Officer Charlie tried to decline the reward, but Burt insisted.

“A promise is a promise,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Besides, it’s been too long since this house heard laughter.”

Sebastian moved from person to person, accepting gentle pats and sneaked bits of pot roast, but he always returned to press against Burt’s leg as if reassuring both of them that he was really home. The old man’s hands slightly shook as he served his guests, but his smile was steady and true.

A delighted older man holding a tray of pie | Source: Midjourney

A delighted older man holding a tray of pie | Source: Midjourney

Later that night, after everyone had gone home, Burt sat in his armchair with Sebastian curled up at his feet. The dog had been bathed and checked by a vet, who declared him dehydrated and hungry but otherwise unharmed. A miracle, they called it.

But Burt knew better — it wasn’t just a miracle that had brought Sebastian back to him. It was the kindness of a young police officer who took the time to care, the strength of a community that came together to help, and the resilient spirit of a dog who never gave up trying to come home.

He reached down to scratch behind Sebastian’s ears, and the dog looked up at him with those same trusting eyes that had peered out of a cardboard box two years ago.

“You know,” Burt said softly, “Martha always said that family finds each other, one way or another. Guess she was right, as usual.”

An older man gently stroking a dog on his head | Source: Midjourney

An older man gently stroking a dog on his head | Source: Midjourney

Sebastian’s tail thumped against the floor in agreement, and Burt felt the last traces of loneliness melt away. His house was no longer filled with just silence and memories… it was now home to second chances, to love found and lost and found again, and to the quiet miracle of two hearts beating in perfect sync.

That night, for the first time in two weeks, both man and dog slept peacefully, each knowing the other was exactly where they belonged.

An older man hugging his beloved pet dog to sleep | Source: Midjourney

An older man hugging his beloved pet dog to sleep | Source: Midjourney

Husband Changes Locks and Throws Wife Out Thinking She Cheated – She Proves Him Wrong

Newlywed bliss shatters when Sarah’s husband, Jake, accuses her of cheating after “smelling cologne” in their bedroom. Alone and humiliated, Sarah pieces together the truth — and it’s far from what Jake expected.

It had only been two weeks since Jake and I said our vows. Two weeks of riding that post-wedding glow like it was some invincible wave. It felt like we were untouchable. No one told me how quickly that feeling could collapse.

A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

Jake’s mom had the accident on a Sunday morning. I was folding laundry when he got the call. One second, he was tapping his phone on the counter, scrolling through some meme page, and the next, his face drained of color.

“Mom’s hurt,” he said, already pulling on his hoodie. “Dad accidentally hit her with the car.” His voice cracked on that last part. “Her hip… it’s bad. She needs an urgent replacement.”

I grabbed the keys for him. “I’ll drive.”

Car keys | Source: Pexels

Car keys | Source: Pexels

“No, no. I’ll be faster.” His eyes met mine, wild and unfocused. “I’ll call you when I know more.”

He kissed me on the side of my head, and then he was gone. Just like that. I stood in the kitchen, the faint smell of detergent in the air, trying to process what he’d just said. His dad hit his mom with the car?

Hours later, he called to say he’d be staying at his parents’ house to help care for her post-surgery. I told him it was fine. It was. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t understand that?

A woman holding a cell phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a cell phone | Source: Midjourney

Three days later, on Wednesday morning, I was halfway out the door for work when I heard the front lock turn behind me. My heart jumped. Jake?

He stepped in wearing the same hoodie and worn jeans. He grinned when he saw me, but as I hurried forward to greet him, he stopped in his tracks. His nose crinkled and his eyes darted across the apartment like he was searching for something.

“Hey, babe! I didn’t know you were coming back today,” I said.

A man in an apartment | Source: Midjourney

A man in an apartment | Source: Midjourney

He didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at me, just kept scanning the place. Then his eyes locked on me, hard as stone.

“Who’s been here?” he asked, his voice sharp as a blade.

“What?” I blinked, stunned. “No one’s been here, Jake. It’s just me.”

He tilted his head toward the bedroom. “Then why does it smell like cologne in there?”

A frowning man | Source: Midjourney

A frowning man | Source: Midjourney

I laughed, but it came out too light, too nervous. “Cologne? What are you talking about?”

“You tell me,” he shot back, stepping past me toward the bedroom. “Smells like a man’s been in here.”

I stared after him, frowning. “Maybe it’s something from outside,” I offered. “Maybe it’s… I don’t know. The windows were open all day yesterday.”

A woman shrugging | Source: Midjourney

A woman shrugging | Source: Midjourney

My phone buzzed then. It was a text from a colleague letting me know the boss was looking for me.

“I’ve got to rush,” I called out. “I’m already running late and now Mrs. Thompson is asking for me! See you later, babe!”

I hurried out the door. Work was crazy that day, and I couldn’t wait to get home to Jake. I’d missed him so much while he was away. But when I got home that night, I knew something was wrong.

Apartment corridor | Source: Pexels

Apartment corridor | Source: Pexels

My key didn’t fit. I yanked it out, checked it, and tried again, but it was useless. I peered at the doorknob like a fool, and that’s when it hit me: Jake had changed the locks.

I banged on the door and called for Jake, but he didn’t reply. So I called his phone. It rang once before going straight to voicemail. I called again. Same thing. Texts went unanswered, too.

I sat on the stairs of our apartment complex, head in my hands, feeling too stunned to cry. I thought about calling the landlord, but what would I even say?

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

I had nowhere else to go, so I went to my mom’s place. She was shocked to see me, and just as confused as I was when I tried to explain why I was there.

“Why don’t you try calling Jake’s brother?” she suggested, placing a cup of tea in front of me. “Those two are so close… if anyone can help you figure out what’s going on, it’s Nick.”

“You’re right,” I muttered, wiping my eyes.

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Tears in a woman’s eye | Source: Pexels

I stepped into the living room with my tea and called Nick. He picked up on the third ring.

“Hey,” I said, breathless. “Have you talked to Jake?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it. “He doesn’t want to talk to you.”

I stood up, gripping the phone tighter. “What? What are you talking about?”

A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

“Look, Sarah,” he sighed like he was tired of me already. “He knows what you did. You should just own it.”

I pressed my hand to my mouth. “Are you serious right now?” I whispered. “What are you even talking about, Nick?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

He hung up.

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A cell phone | Source: Pexels

I immediately texted Jake again, demanding to know why he was mad at me. This time, he replied.

“You cheated on me while I was looking after Mom. Our apartment stinks of your lover’s cologne! How dare you bring another man into our bed?”

I couldn’t believe what I was reading, but it didn’t stop there.

A woman staring at her cell phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman staring at her cell phone | Source: Midjourney

Another text arrived from Jake.

“Our marriage is over! I’ve told my whole family what you’ve done…”

Tears flooded my eyes as I read all the cruel names he called me after that. Jake and I had been together for five years… how could he think I’d be unfaithful to him only two weeks into our marriage?

An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

More texts arrived in quick succession, but these were from Jake’s mom.

“Return the ring. It’s not yours anymore. It was $19,000, and we’re not letting you walk away with it.”

My breath caught in my throat. I sat up straighter, staring at my screen in shock.

“Jake is meeting with a lawyer tomorrow. An annulment can be done quickly since it’s only been 2 weeks.”

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A woman holding a cell phone | Source: Midjourney

An annulment? Before I could finish processing that, the next text arrived.

“We’ll be sending your things soon. Tell us if you’d rather have them dropped off or shipped.”

My fingers curled into the blanket on my lap, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. I kept reading the messages until I finally turned off my phone.

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A woman holding a cell phone | Source: Pexels

I sat there, staring at the little gold band on my finger, wondering how we got here. Two weeks ago, we were untouchable.

I didn’t sleep that night. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning. By 2 a.m., I was replaying every little detail, looking for a clue.

And then it hit me: the wipes.

A woman holding wipes | Source: Pexels

A woman holding wipes | Source: Pexels

The smell in our apartment wasn’t cologne. It was the lemon-cedarwood wipes I’d taped behind the fan in our bedroom. I’d done it on purpose after cooking fish for dinner — Jake hated the smell of fish.

My heart started pounding so hard it felt like it might break my ribs. I grabbed my phone and texted him.

“Check behind the fan. Look in the bathroom trash for the packaging. It’s the wipes, Jake. It’s not cologne. It’s not a man. It’s the wipes.”

A woman texting | Source: Midjourney

A woman texting | Source: Midjourney

Then I waited.

The next morning, I was sitting with my mom at the kitchen table, trying to act like I hadn’t just experienced the emotional collapse of my life. My coffee was cold, and I didn’t care. My phone buzzed.

Jake.

I looked up at my mom, and she nodded. “Go on, baby.”

A mature woman | Source: Midjourney

A mature woman | Source: Midjourney

I walked to the door. Through the window, I saw him standing there. Shoulders slouched. His eyes were red. His hands shook as he wiped at his face.

He knocked once. Just once.

I opened the door but didn’t say anything. I just watched him.

“Sarah,” he choked out, his face crumpling. “I’m so sorry.”

A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

I folded my arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you?”

“It was a mistake,” he said, voice cracking. “I-I let my head get… I wasn’t thinking. I just—” He looked up at me, eyes wild. “Please come home.”

My breath hitched, and before I knew it, I was stepping forward, arms wrapping around him. His warmth crashed into me, his breath shaky against my hair. Relief poured out of him in a broken sob, and for a moment, I let myself believe it was going to be okay.

A couple hugging | Source: Midjourney

A couple hugging | Source: Midjourney

I went home with Jake that evening, but I couldn’t get over what had happened. I couldn’t stop thinking about the lock change, the cruel texts, and Jake’s mom demanding my ring back like I was a thief.

The names Jake had called me circled my thoughts. One little misunderstanding was all it had taken for him and all his family to turn on me. We’d known each other for five years… we were supposed to be family.

The next night, I packed my things.

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Suitcases on a bed | Source: Pexels

I carried my suitcase out into the living room, where Jake was watching TV.

“I’ve been thinking…” I started, leaning over to switch off the TV as I spoke, “about how quick you were to believe I was cheating on you, how you refused to talk things through with me, how easy it was for you to throw me out like trash.”

“Baby, I said I’m sorry.” He stared at me like he couldn’t believe this still bothered me.

A man on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

A man on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

“I know, but saying sorry doesn’t mean we aren’t broken, Jake.”

“I’ll make it right, I swear! I love you.”

I shook my head, slow and steady. “Love doesn’t change the locks on me. Love doesn’t end with a text.”

His face twisted with regret. “Please.”

A sad man | Source: Midjourney

A sad man | Source: Midjourney

“I’m going back to my mom’s,” I said, grabbing my suitcase and heading for the door. “I need space.”

“Sarah, please!”

But I shut the door.

For the next week, he sent me long, heartbroken texts. Pages of apologies. I read them all. I didn’t reply.

A woman frowning at her phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman frowning at her phone | Source: Midjourney

I lay awake at night, thinking about it. If someone else told me this story, I’d laugh at how stupid it sounded. He thought it was cologne. It was lemon wipes. But I didn’t laugh. It wasn’t funny.

Two weeks into marriage, and I’d already learned this much: People who love you don’t turn on you that fast.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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