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Andando Jodido con Bill

Just when I was getting comfortable!

Coming back from the dead is a pain in the arf! The expenditure of ectoplasm alone is enormous. You'd think that Dexter could look after himself by now--he's three years old, for Dog's sake. But no, I had to intervene on his behalf. I don't mind, really. He's not a bad sort of dog. But I tire easily, that's all.

I guess I could stay around for a little while. Just til I'm sure the boy is back on his paws, so to speak.