Saturday, May 14, 2011

Thousand: Three Hundred Seventy-Five

long, evaluating look and a lemonade, which he drank sitting on her lumpy couch. Three dogs came into the room. One, a miniature pinscher, jumped onto a couch cushion and curled up beside the man, but otherwise seemed not to notice him. A German Shepherd and a large nondescript yellow dog stuffed their noses in his crotch. The shepherd also sniffed his lips. The yellow dog went back over to the woman and sat on her feet. She was standing, sipping her own lemonade. It was from a mix, the man noted, very sweet, and still gritty. He looked down

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