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Poor Pilau! he had a great life with you. I'll miss the stories of your rambles with him.
He'll pop by from time to time, and you'll almost catch a glimpse, or hear that little snuffling sound he made, or you even may feel his breath against the back of your hand as he's checking it for a treat. And if he's to have a little brother join you, he'll put one in your way, possibly quite unexpectedly.
At least that's what I hope for you.
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