The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The dog was dead before I even saw the body. It lay in the gutter, its ribs showing like the rungs of a broken ladder, the red stain on the cobblestones spreading into the dark. I stood on the opposite side of the street, twelve years old and trembling, watching the guard kick the carcass into the drain. The guard did not look at me. He looked at the line painted on the road, that thin yellow...

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