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My best friend's dog kept bowing to me, its little rear end pointed in the air. The cleaner muttered, "This dog's bow looks pitiful, like it's begging for mercy." That night, I found a note hidden in its fur. It said: Run. Meanwhile, my best friend, smoothing my wedding dress, smiled and asked, "For the wedding in three days, why don't you pick the crown veil?"