Down the street was a dog. Some mut spaniel, black and white.
One dog, Garrett and two friends, stud looking, came down
the street to the house, to me.
Again.
Down the street was a dog. Some mut spaniel, black and white.
One dog, Garrett and two friends came down the street to the
house, to me.
Garrett takes off his hat and leaves it outside the door. The others
laugh. Garrett smiles, pokes his gun towards the door. The
others melt and surround.
All this I would have seen if I was on the roof looking.
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