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PRINCE AT PLAY (Seoul Pets #2)


Prince of Gangnam, those other dogs are your friends. 


You must be kind to them. But instead, your young strength longs to be first always. 


Do not forget your comrades.


Fast-runner, majesty, slow down. Do not humiliate them because they are your loyal friends.


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