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The Camping Tales

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"I just want someone to talk to," said Mike. "I talk to my dog, but he don't talk back. He's a good dog, he wouldn't ever bite a kid!"
The dog's name's Baby. For what reason? I left that to my imagination. But thank God Baby wouldn't ever bite a kid, I was worried.
"Now Mike," I paused, recollected my thoughts, "What're you doing out here camping alone?"
"I ain't have a job. My wife divorced me. We got married around Christmas. She took all my money. She wanted nine billion dollars.”
Mike sure must have been a rich man.

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