he was almost a different
species of man.
a missing link
of sorts. the high forehead,
the hunched
posture.
always with a shirt tucked
in below his chest.
a dog walker.
you'd see him with seven or
eight dogs,
all on leashes,
strolling in a large
circle
around the neighborhood.
the dogs didn't care
about him, or what he looked
like,
his grunts, they just wanted
to be outdoors,
walking
in the sunshine, like him.
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