You find a dog on the side of the road. It looks dead. It’s scrawny and boney- its fur is matted with what could be week or hour old blood. You call out to it. There’s no response. You pick up the dog and tuck it inside your jacket and walk home with it. The only thing keeping you from digging a hole is the shallow inflation of ribs as each breath
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