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"Tan, you have to bow.
C'mon! Down, down!"
After I flatten my fluff to the floor
He scratches my little head
A tiny red envelope scoots to me.
I give it a whiff, SNIFF... SNIFF
"It's money, Yeontan, don't eat it!"
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