You could rewrite it a multitude of differing ways, but I’ll resort to not changing or adding a single word.
I have a dog, its name is Labrador. He is black in color. He wags his tail and licks my face when he is happy. I tell him, “Come, Labrador!” Sometimes he screams at me, “Gwaau!” He loves going for walks and chasing a red ball. I take him to school sometimes. Once he sees a black cat he wants to chase it, but I don’t let him. He is mad at me. I don’t know, but I hope he isn’t. I love my dog very much because he always obeys me and follows me everywhere.
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Answer:
True happiness does not exist
Explanation:
Someone working
the character is most likey poor
They look to be 50+
This is more rural since they are making thier own cloth if it was rural it would be a factory
