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My dog, it seemed, was another one of those monstrous creatures of the worst nightmares of an emotional writer. A dog the height of a mountain, with three angry heads on the black and hairy neck, with legs larger than two cars and a rabö that did not equal any size I could resemble. The amber eyes like those of a panther watched me, and the muzzle of the middle head sniffed, inspiring my smell. Whatever made sense, the huge teeth appeared in the three wide mouths, and Cerberus growled like a hungry creature, getting so close that I almost peed.

"Oh, no! No way! "I grumbled, trying to deviate from the immense language that stretched towards me, greater than any dimension of languages in the world. I managed to deviate from the first tongue, only to bump into the other one that extended and hit my whole body with a puff of putrid breath and dense saliva, as the three heads of the dogs nodded in consent as to my identity. Maybe they could see my soul shining like Vraxlon. I doubted very