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She used to tell me how euphoric they made her feel. Like she was in tune with all of her surroundings in a way that she had never felt before. Being a dog, obviously she couldn't say these things out loud. She just had that look in her eye. Days went by and I could see that that look slowly faded away. She didn't quite feel the same anymore. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I knew what she was going through. One day, a couple weeks after her surgery, I finally developed the courage to stop giving her the pills. No matter how much she begged, I knew that I was doing the right thing. I couldn't stand seeing her going through life just waiting for her next fix. It wasn't fair to her, and it wasn't fair to me. Tramadol, it seems, brought us together in a way that only a synthetic opioid analgesic could.
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This isn't about physics, this is about waves.
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