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It would be bad to get the food and drinks all dirtied up with whatever this stray dog has.. It could have fleas or whatever that stuff is coming out of its... mouth? Could also have rabies and give you a bite you'll regret.

Oddly, you feel compelled to observe it. It stays in place, breath quick from clear excitement, yet endlessly patient. Perhaps it has been waiting a long time for someone to come to it, as any stray starved of affection would. It does not leap at you-- nor show signs of aggression. You watch as it stares up at you with with innocent eyes, tail wagging, and feel your resolve start to slowly break.


A wise argument. Maybe you'll head back to the store and wash your hands after. Just for good measure...

Because G0D. You can't help it.




It is just as satisfying as you imagined. It's fur is soft to the touch, like a fluffy blanket. You feel yourself chuckle with glee. It's head bumps and rubs against your hand at the attention, your fingers moving to scritch around the head and behind the ear in response.

It's tail continues to wag at mach speed.

Nothing can beat this.

This comfort, so simple and real. It's all you need, isn't it? You can live another day with this. When the day-by-day grind gets hard again, just think of this, juice that memory for all its worth, in this temporary comfort.

Think of this, instead of the razor that sits in your bedroom drawer. Sharp and patient.

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