Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20161016153244/@comment-30110401-20161016185234

Me still softly crying: I don't believe you.

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Three days later I am seen taking a casual walk with my hellhound wife. In my right hand was a walking stick that I bought a few hours ago to compensate for my aching dysfunctional pelvis. On my face a wide cheerful grin was planted.