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These past few days have been like a stack of dominos, noisily clacking into one another... imparting motion onto the next. Now, it stops. Work returning to the heavy-handed shithole it metamorphosed from. The rug-headed spin doc calls them "opportunities." Many call them "layoffs." Good thing no one in his right mind would want this number-crunching mechanical drawing bullshit that I do. More goodbyes. One forever. And you could say it was just a dog, and not even mine. Or that she's released from suffering now. Or that she's seen too much, and deserves the rest. I'll miss the satisfied grunting when i used to pester her ferociously... shaking her jowls, jiggling her leather-flappy ears. To the beat of her tail on the carpet. Labs. Destined to be my kind of dog. Just don't try to go fishing around one. I found out I'll be alone, this weekend. Babysitting, unexpectedly, for Miss Jane. Better that than two days of devil child. I & I survive. |
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