novembre

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it's spring and you don't love me anymore.

(take the third elka test
or the 500th entry celebration quiz.)

bubbles was waiting for me behind the square bushes that frame the walkway to my front door. he leapt out and wobbled towards me, letting me pick him up and carry him inside without protest.

his neck and shoulders were covered in dried dog saliva. tail flicking back and forth. ears twitching. no obvious punctures, no spots of blood.

i ran my fingers through his matted orange fur, trying to unhinge the saliva. i felt him sigh underneath my hands.

everybody gets attacked sometime or another and mostly we come away virtually unscathed.

3:51 am - 02.07.02

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