By David Berger
ONE: Several years ago, our beloved shih-tsu Starr died.
TWO: A year ago, my wife decided it was time for a new Starr.
THREE: We met a crazy woman with a shih-tsu named Marley. She asked us to adopt Marley.
FOUR: After a few weeks, she demanded Marley back, and we gave Marley back.
FIVE: A year later, there was an ad for a shih-tsu on Craigslist.
SIX: The owner’s name was Star.
SEVEN: The shih-tsu’s name was Marley. We adopted him.
EIGHT: That night, with Starr, we ran into the crazy woman with her Marley. We smirked at her.
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