Pekingese Dogs

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When he had gone one meters felt a moan behind him. "A whimper? No. Maybe it was an animal. The third floor housed a couple and their child had seen a Pekinese dog in the morning. Yes, that was, there was to worry about. He continued his way, but again heard a plaintive wail from her throat, no! The soul of someone who suffers. Now if he was sure. It was the barking of a Pekingese or the cry of another animal. Was the cry of a human being off the edge of death.