Someone is not taking good care of his or her dog. And the people don't
shovel their paths very wide. I stubbed my toe on a loose brick in
frozen slush. That hurt. No, I shouldn’t wear my sneakers so
deep into winter. And yet I'm still on the tail of a sick animal, blood
dark urine in the muddy snowbank. What you see around here is no
contrast. Not like a block that way or that way. Here it's same same. I
shouldn't talk. Face to face, I would look away too. Poor afflicted
creature. Can just imagine the vanity collar, the studs biting its
Got new keys made.
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Read JP's "TWO STORIES."
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