My Owner
It's 86 degrees, I'm sitting in the car waiting for my wife
A guy comes up and asks where my owner is, this could cost him his life
It can be looked on as homicide essentially
It definitely should be treated at least like a felony
Fortunately, my owner came back and avoided more strife
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