"Gypsy girl!" I smiled. I loved it when I was called that. My person smiled back. "Gypsy girl! Mwah!" A kiss on the head. I closed my eyes, blinked. "Get th'Squeaker, Gypsy! Get the Squeaker!" I ran, caught it, turned around. Gone...
A whistle.
"Gypsy girl...!"
"Gypsy girl!" I blinked. I was curled up on my bed, the long white Squeaker, one of many, with an animal face was held tight against my chest. It was beaten up from hours, days of play. "Gypsy!" I glanced up. Sighed. A show call. I squeezed the Squeaker, listened to it go off. Set my chin on the pillow and sighed.
I didn't look like I had then. I was still tan and black, but in different spaces... No tail...
"C'mon, Gypsy!" I miss you...
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