I'm being replaced by a dog.
She's even stolen my name. My name.
I'd say I don't care, but it's far from the case.
I do. A lot.
She's not even cute. Far from it.
Ooh she's rare and she'll live fifteen years.
That's good. That's great.
See if I even remember her fifteen years from now;
When I'm thirty, happily married,
To a gorgeous successful man,
With adorable kids, a beautiful house,
And a thriving business.
You and your little dog will be the last thing on my mind.
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