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乔茜和我做梦都想要一条狗。每次在喷泉里抛掷硬币,或者晚上看到流星陨落时,我们都会许下心愿,期待着能有一条狗。夜深人静的时候,爸爸妈妈都睡着了,乔茜和我就会鬼鬼祟祟地从窗户里溜出来,然后一起爬到屋顶上,坐在那儿聊天。每一次谈论的话题,几乎都会跟狗有关。“你太傻啦,杰克。”乔茜说,“斗牛犬很恐怖的。”“哈哈,不过金毛猎犬也一样恐怖的噢。”我说。我们就这样一直谈论着我们心目中的狗是什么样子。但是其实一切都无所谓,什么样的狗都
Jocie and I dreamed for a dog. Every time we toss a coin in a fountain, or when a meteor falls at night, we all make a wish and look forward to having a dog. Mom and Dad were asleep in the dead of night, and Cathy and I would sneak out of the window and climb to the roof to sit and talk. Every time I talk about a topic, I am almost always involved with dogs. “You’re stupid, Jack.” Josie said, “Bulldogs are scary.” “Haha, but Golden Retriever is horrible too.” I said. We’ve been talking about what our dog looks like. But in fact, everything does not matter, what kind of dogs are