Prompt for November 1: Four Lines of Prose about Another Point of View

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[Prompt from http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ .]

I keep staring at her with my large brown eyes. She’s the one that saved me from that box with those strangers peering in all the time. She took me to a warm house where I could run around all I want and smell so many different things and I get to have her love me all the time.

I feel so lucky my master picked me.

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