This is what Emmy had been doing for the past few weeks, every time he got home, he will practice the techniques in the book. He had received this book from Jone. He remembered the day he received the book from his dog, it was a rainy Sunday evening, he was in the garden under a flat tree that protect him from rain. Jone ran inside the garden with a wooden box in its mouth, all its body was bruise and bloody, its white skin was bloody red. Emmy had dropped the book he was reading and ran over, he picked Jone up running back under the tree, but the box had fell from Jone's mouth and as it did, Jone bark weakly and pointed its finger towards the box which Emmy had quickly picked up. Getting back to where he was, he dropped the box at the other side and started giving Jone what he could, just to make it feel better. "What did you get yourself into, where are you coming from." Emmy asked with tears in his eyes, he don't want to lose his dear dog and his only companion. He can't take J
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