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So a friend of the family's grandmother died this week and she had a little dog. The little dog is brown (looks like a mop) and her name is Molly and needs a good home. Mom said she'll give her a home and Ali and I really want her, but Dad said no. I want her as my campus dog. I will get an apartment and have her for my own. And as the only one of us three to have my father wrapped around my little finger, it's my duty to convince him. Wish me luck!