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Post by Alex Kameren on Nov 25, 2010 1:43:38 GMT -5
Alex had finally been officially released from Mungo’s only that morning. He now walked down the street, Rasputin’s leash in hand. The dog was excited, pulling this way and that, smelling all the new smells. His tail wagged with excitement and he pulled hard, sniffing at a dead bird that lay in the gutter. Perhaps it had been run over by something, it looked rather flattened.
Alex grunted, yanking on the leash with his good arm. While out of the cast, he was still wearing a sling. “I’m gone, what, not even… two months, and… you forget… everything.” He spoke haltingly, slightly exasperated. He tugged on the leash again. “C’mon, Rasp.” The dog pulled harder, now interested in a cat that stalked on the other side of the street. Suddenly the leash (tried sorely by sharp puppy teeth) broke, and the dog streaked off, barking joyfully.
“RASP!” Alex shouted, starting off after the dog.
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