On Tuesday, the night classes after school I came home, my mother told me Han Han died, when they heard the news, my tears shed on uncontrolled. Han Han is my grandmother's dog, has raised eleven years. A child I would often play the grandmother, the dog looked a little bit older, I also grew up, and now it has left, my heart hurts. It is willing to go to a place where there is no pain.
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