" Who are you" I growled.
" An old friend" he alisema a black mbwa mwitu a friend hah! The Frist
lesson I learned was never trust a black mbwa mwitu I once trusted a
black mbwa mwitu and his name was Ben and he went to jiunge some big
Southern Pack and abandoned me kwa myself. This might be
Ben the mbwa mwitu I hate to the ends of the earth. This is horrible what
does he want he's hurt me zaidi than that can heal. I decided to
say " Ben is that you?" I alisema it with a snarl.
" Of course Ayra who else would it be" Ben snickered.
" What are wewe doing here? Aren't wewe with a pack?" I growled .
" Yes, but I wanted to visit my old...
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