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A week went by at camp and the dog never showed up, and I really started to feel bad for what I had done to that dog. So I tried to keep that thought out of my mind.
Today was the day of the big swimming, race! But I'm not swimming because I'm really not a good swimmer, neither is Joey but he is going to swim.
When the whistle blew, all of the racers jumped in.
“Go Joey!" I yelled out to him.
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