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| Well I'm still alive. Ten wasted years ... and
now we have a leader again. My friend Alcibiades. He favours me, he listens to my advice
... he lets me look after his dog while he's training his chariot teams. It's such a nice little dog. I do everything for him. I even take him for walks now that we can go outside the city walls. |
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| For some reason he seems restless and sad when we visit the places where the Spartan secret police had made their camp. He just sits on a little hill and howls. I wonder why? |
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