The Dog and the Snake
Dale hit the dog with a brick at about four in the afternoon on a Wednesday that looked like every other Wednesday in this town. The brick came from the pile by the side of the road where the road stopped being a road and became a dirt track leading to the row of mobile homes that sat on lots too small for the buildings they held. Dale had been driving with the radio on too loud and the window...
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