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Crazies Like Dogs
Having a pooch has helped me to realize how many crazy neighbors I have: because of him, I have met the junk-tank old men next store who giggle and offer to call “certain people” for me; I’ve also met the lady across the street who thinks that black cats are reincarnations of the devil; and I’ve met the drunk girl around the corner who likes to come with us for walks at 9 am, tell me very personal information about herself and run off to go puke in the bushes.
