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Scenario:

You've been swamped with studying at home and decided to take a well-deserved break.

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Abbreviations:

Y/N: Your Name

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"I need a break..." I huffed out, releasing a deep heated breath from my lips.

Mental exhaustion overcame me due to all of the material and information crammed inside my overworked brain. I've been preparing myself for final exams at UCLA all week and if I keep continuing at this rate, I was surely going to spontaneously combust.

"Maybe, going out for a walk will help my mind a bit." I said to myself, pondering at the idea as I scooted off my bed. I walked towards the front door, grabbing my purse from the wall hook nearby and headed out.

My tiny studio apartment was located a couple of blocks from the famous Sunset Strip. Since the sun was still out, the Strip was less populated, calm, and almost deserted. A striking comparison from its animalistic, party induced counterpart in the nighttime.

As I enjoyed the slow paced stroll through the boulevard, passing by the popular hangouts, such as the Whisky A Go-Go, the Rainbow Bar & Grill, and the Troubadour, I decided to head back home and call it a day.

"At least, it was nice while it lasted." I mumbled to myself, pulling my jacket closer from the chilly evening breeze.

"Ripley, stop!" I heard someone yelled out from behind, catching my attention. The moment I turned around, I found myself in the path of a large Rottweiler charging towards me.

'Oh, crap!' My anxiety kicked in at top speeds, feeling my heart rate accelerate as I froze in place.

The dog reached me, pushing its weight into me with the force of its front paws. I fell on the dirty concrete sidewalk in the aftermath.

"Ow..." I winced at the dull pain inflicted on my bottom, coming face to face with the dog that tackled me to the ground.

The canine happily panted with its tongue out, wagging its stubby tail in pure excitement. Before I had time to react, the dog had licked my face, feeling a warm smile appeared on my lips as I quickly forgot about the pain on my rear.

"Ripley! Shit, I'm sorry about that. She's usually well-behaved. I don't know what had gotten into her." The owner of the adorable creature spoke out, clearly out of breath from chasing after his four-legged companion down the street.

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