Hi, Molly here again. My human is freaking out. It seems that her novel got all messed up. So she's barking at the computer and mumbling about formatting and fonts and #@!@#$%^%$#$ computers. It got so bad that she was fifteen minutes late with my breakfast dish. I almost starved to death.
I think she should let me write the novel. I would write about interesting stuff like squirrels and liver snacks, and the good smells you find when you go for a walk. Speaking of going for a walk, we should go right now. I'll go bark at my human.
Don't buy her book "Temporary Address" on Amazon.com. It's all squirreled up.
Molly signing off.
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