before,
the woman tells me, as i rub
my leg,
the pain in
the fat of my calf.
i lift my pant
leg to evaluate the bite.
there's
a full set of teeth marks indented,
in the flesh.
no blood, the woman says.
that's good.
her teeth are so sharp,
yesterday she bit
a coke can in half.
i can hardly hear what she's
saying,
because of the barking.
here, let me put Trixie in
the other room while you're
here.
will this affect the estimate?
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