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If I had a buddy, I'd read to him in bed on Sunday mornings, the newspaper or perhaps a story I wrote.
If I had a buddy, I'd have someone to hold me tight, whisper in my ear, look deep into my eyes.
If I had a buddy, I'd jump in the air, run around in circles and bark loudly out of sheer happiness, just like my dog.
If I had a buddy, I'd be living a dream come true.