Ninety-fifth letter

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Dear God

There are two weeks left until Christmas, and I don't want a gift, because I already got it - it's Rosie. She really helped me to walk and I was so happy over my first steps that I flew snowdrifts. And then she began to lick my cheeks, but I didn't care, because I had just walked. Isn't it wonderful?

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