Life, Once Again!

The man's quarters heard a dog breathing. high or low breaths, the sound of dragging legs, the sound of teeth in bars. All a man needs to care about is the dull sound that comes in regularly. When he heard the murky sound of bones and iron colliding, the man had to stand up and lift his hook. There was only one thing to do with a long skewer. Half mad, stabbing his head in a cage and dropping him off. If I get my head blown off, it's a big deal. When you push the hook, the dogs step back, using the groin. There are no exceptions. Tough ones grind their teeth, claws, and get ready for battle, but once they taste the skewers, they hide them, loosen their muscles on their legs, and curl their tails. There was no business in front of dogs, people, or hawks. After stopping the suicidal prayer, he had to feed her. You need to open the hole to avoid seizures. Those who gave up their lives had nothing to do with a fishhook, so they had to hold on to it before giving up.

Today, there were others who put their heads in cages. The man rises to his feet and finds his hook. You sharpened the end with a cannon a few days ago. One stab will calm you down. I opened the door right next door. As I pee, the stench of bitterness creeps in. The dragon tattoo sister, who entered the door to see it the other day, vomited and went out.

The whimpering ones settle down. Dogs had heads, so they distinguished between when and when they should be picky. All I couldn't distinguish was rabies running around like rabies. He's standing in front of us on the left. I knew it was him. He came in two days ago. The last breeding dog. I was almost bitten by my mother as soon as I was born. Either the first touch was her mother's tooth, or she bit everything. I heard it was the first time a trainer who manages breeding dogs and tames them at the same time. Dog fighting was also a merchant, so the damage was significant when the merchandise was damaged. He bites moderately and has to stop when the opponent's dog lowers its tail, but he says he tore it with his molars, regardless of whether the dog is lowering its tail or flipping its belly. The last dog fight we had before we got here, we ripped out the opponent's abdomen without cause and spilled its intestines. The boss who loved a human being who had a screw loose gave him money to bring him in.

The man said small. Close your mouth and stay calm. He didn't care. I stuck my head into a cage. Like a bet to see if your head breaks first or if your iron bends first.

It was time for the hook. The boss was a loving dog, but it didn't matter. Even the dog that the boss was sucking on had to be quiet in front of the skewers. Of course, I didn't intend to kill him or hurt him badly. Then the boss himself would lift the club. The man didn't want to live limping on both legs.

You push the hook in front of the dog's head. Even without teaching them, dogs knew how foolish it was to stick their heads in sharp objects. Even the dogs who hadn't tasted the skewers turned around like this.

But he was different.

The man scolded and pulled his hook back. I almost became a puppy, no matter how late it was. He was fearless, but too fearless. It was like he had forgotten what it was like to be hurt or hurt. It was my turn to be more effective than a skewer. I brought boiling water. The bitter one turned into the most gentle dog in the world in front of the leavened water. As you lift the pitcher below, the dogs inside the opening kill their breath. A man enjoying the silence brought by boiling water fills his tongue with a dull sound. He doesn't know what hot water is, so he's just running around like that.

You stand in front of the fence and lean toward the teapot. The steam came out first and then boiling water flowed out. A long line of water touches his waist. He leaps back. Spraying water was also a skill. At first, the hair on the dog's waist slipped out in clumps because it was out of control. Farms rose from ripe flesh points. I've made no such mistake now. The man boasted that he could sprinkle water more delicately than anyone else in South Korea.

Even in front of the fishhook, the man who raced up with his breath finally put his chin to the ground. I lowered my butt and put my front foot down slightly. The tireless biter was the one who accepted the rules of this place. The man expected it to work as a dogfight from the next game. A dog that bites moderately and tastes victory.

The man returned to his quarters. I was lying on a blanket smelling like a dog. You hear no dogs breathing. Here comes a moment to sleep quietly.

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It's been 30 minutes. The floor won't budge from the couch. I closed my eyes and sat still as if meditating. I would have thought I was sleeping if it wasn't for my eyebrows, my roughened breath, and my curled lips that I could see my fangs.

I wanted to go to the bathroom, open the refrigerator door, and put water in the coffee port, but I didn't want to disturb the floor that was concentrating terribly.

“Shh.”

The dog came running back. He was carrying a bowl in front of the floor in the morning, but today he came to himself to see if he felt that the atmosphere was unusual. I wanted to lift it up and put it on my knee, but I had a customer who took it first.

Autumn grabbed the feet of Bloody Fire trying to scratch the funnel. A week before dawn, this dog was on the floor. As soon as I saw the fall, I covered my mouth with my hands and groaned. There was a lot of blood on the floor. He unconsciously picked up his phone and tried to call 119. The blood was not from the floor, but from the dog. The wound on the dog's face was severe. The left leg was the same. His skin is peeled off as if his flesh had been ripped off by a saw blade. The floor said it was a dog in the arena. I took him to a nearby animal hospital because I thought it was better to take care of the dog before and after knowing what was going on. The vet asked if he bumped into the motorcycle as soon as he saw it. His back skin was in a mess as if it had been swept off the concrete floor. Fortunately, the veterinarian said there won't be a big problem with sutures and good wound healing.

“My doggy friend. I don't know if you'll get used to it. ”

The floor brings the cured dog home. I just heard what happened. I found the arena because of Director Jungjin Park and the movie, and I met this dog there. After listening to the story, Autumn said he was doing well rubbing his cheeks. He said the dog would like it because he has a friend. A new environment is unfamiliar, and the bloodshot doesn't even stick to the floor. It was a dog that relieved the blood on the Wandering Wall. As soon as they saw each other, they approached each other, sniffed and licked the wound. The leg of a crippled dog is a bloody fire, and the wound of a torn dog is a bloody dog. Autumn, which I was glad to see, suddenly had one question. You said the arena. Fighting is not something you can do alone. In the news, he said he had a lot of dogs in places like that. I asked the floor looking at the loving dogs. What happened to the other dogs? The floor did not answer. As much as we shared many things with each other, we knew we had to be more careful with each other. I didn't hear the details, but I found it vague. So I decided not to ask anymore.

Bloody fire continues to scratch the funnel if the wound is itchy. Autumn frowns, touching his nose. He looked mean, but he listened well. It breaks my heart to think of dogs like this fighting with their teeth raised on the battlefield.

“Did you wake up?”

The floor opened its eyes. It was 40 minutes after I started watching. Autumn looked at the clock. It was past 8: 10 in the morning.

“I don't think I should interrupt. ”

“Not bad. Aren't you bored? ”

“It was also fun to watch. Cute little frowns, too. But what did you do? ”

“I've been grooming characters in my head. To make sure you know how you feel. ”

“Somehow. You've been thinking about movies since the day you brought him in, right? ”

“It's a movie with a good director. ”

“Plus, it's our first gig. Excited?”

“How could I not be excited? ”

The floor approached and kissed me lightly on the forehead. Autumn puts the blood on her knees. The puppy and the blood fire splash under the table.

“You have to eat. Feed them. ”

He opens the refrigerator door. Autumn went straight to the bathroom. After finishing my business, the floor said.

“Did you put up with it? ”

“I don't think so.”

“I think you're right. ”

“Let's move past this. He always asks.”

“Got it.”

“Have you thought about her name? I'm worried that I'll stay nameless like a puppy. ”

“You name it. I don't think I'm related to the name. ”

“What a terrible parent. Right?"

I said to Pitfire, staring under the table.

“You're not gonna name your kid later, are you? ”

What did the floor with the pot say? The sound of tap water makes it hard to hear. Autumn approached and asked again. I don't know what he said.

“I've already given you the most beautiful name in the world. You have no idea how much she loved it. ”

“You said you never had a pet. Whose name did you give him? ”

Maru smiled and said, "Yes, little one." Autumn frowned. The woman's senses echo the emergency lamp. It wasn't about the animals. It was a human story. It was a woman.

“What, did you make up a cool nickname for another girl? ”

“You're my first love. ”

It was a floor that spoke with my head close. I couldn't feel a single lie in my eyes. At the same time, I felt sadness in my eyes.

“Sit down. I'll be right with you. ”

Autumn was no longer a question. It seemed like a story I shouldn't ask.

“Can I help you? ”

“Nothing.”

Autumn nods. I didn't want him to say anything he didn't want to say. If it was what we needed, he would have told us. Autumn curls up his chin and looks behind the floor. In fact, it didn't matter what lies he was telling. The important thing is that I trust him.

“So did you think of a child's name? ”

“How about some miso stew? ”

“Let's not talk. ”

Autumn stood up with a smile.

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What does sushi taste like at a Michelin-starred sushi restaurant?

The homeplus serves great sushi, but it sure melts down in those places.

Ha... I want to try it.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. I write thanks to you.

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