Personal Narrative: My Name's Sly

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Hi everyone, my name’s Sly, though I seem to be just the opposite of everything my name stands for. In fact, some would even describe me as a loyal, happy go lucky, people friendly, affectionate gal. I am eight years young, but don’t let my age fool you, I am full of energy, and have tons of love left to give. I’m not an overly affectionate gal, I’ll come over every once in a while to receive some love, but mostly I’ll just come over with a ball in my mouth hoping and praying that you’ll want to play ball with me. Speaking of playing ball, it’s absolutely one of my favorite things to do, and I could play for hours upon hours as long as I could find someone to throw it! I am not completely housetrained, so as a result I would really love to

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