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I have been calling for six months with a record of a dog that has the remains of fried pigeons. There, the bones are small, crumbling so that in the dark is scary, and the dogs are still choking silly. At first I put off the bricks. At work, customers, unusual, jump. The colleagues argue about who will react, because the real sable-toothed tiger has broken into the cave and eats neighbors.