Winn Dixie

"You play your music for me and Winn-Dixie and Sweetie Pie," I said. "Yeah," he agreed. "But you ain't on the street." 'Thank you for telling me about it, Otis," I said. "It's all right," he said. "I don't mind." Sweetie Pie came in and I gave her a Littmus Lozenge , and she spit it right out;

she said that it tasted bad. She said that it tasted like not having a dog.

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