
And you could call it a Gamble,
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g a m b l e
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But I call it life.
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g a m b l e
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But I call it life.
- Gamble bit his lip at the mention of her name. He nodded with approval, "Yeah, Jess. Pretty name. Being a pet isn't what it's called. It's not food every day, belly rubs, and treats. I got food every time they remembered, got belly rubs from a stranger passing by, and got treats by getting them myself."
His head tilted at the mention of her being pure-bred too, "Ah that's nice. I surely thought you had some golden retriever in you because you were so nice. I was calleda 'Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever'. Long name, huh?" He shook his head. Of all the things he could say he would've said he was starving, but he wasn't.
"Somewhere in California. We got to drive there every year to do it. Atleast I had a full bowl before the competition." Gamble shrugged, perking up at the smell of food. He went cross-eyed as the intoxicating smell entered his nostrils, "What is that stuff?" His mind went blank as he couldn't concentrate much after smelling the food.
{Sounds like Gamble and Elena would get along great.}