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Text: And there are nights when I think I feel him climb upon our bed and lie between us, and I pat his head. And there are nights when I think I feel that stare and I reach out my hand to stroke his hair, but he's not there. Oh, how I wish that wasn't so, I'll always love a dog named Beau. Each paragraph will be a test.

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