Horror is like the humor, the one without the other can't exist. Horror makes life more interesting like the humor!
I do not concern myself with my inability to feel such comfort amidst humans (other than with very few friends and family), but, rather, am simply thankful that at least dogs exist, and I__ humbly aware of how much less a person I__ be _ how less a human _ if they did not exist.
Colter: The True Story of the Best Dog I Ever Had
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I do not concern myself with my inability to feel such comfort amidst humans (other than with very few friends and family), but, rather, am simply thankful that at least dogs exist, and I__ humbly aware of how much less a person I__ be _ how less a human _ if they did not exist.
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