“I think I get it,” I told her. I looked at Bullet, who had stopped running and was sitting in the middle of the field, watching others run. “Do they all have stories like that?”
“Most.”
“Damn,” I felt a pang of sympathy for the animals.
Yeah, this place isn’t one filled with happy stories.
The herd of dogs returned to me, and a shaggy dog dropped the ball at my feet.
The phrase “shaggy dog” honestly just makes me think of the tropes “Shaggy Dog Story” and “Shoot the Shaggy Dog”… neither of which I hope we’ll be encountering here.
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“Good dog,” I told it. I threw the ball, aiming to get it near Bullet, and the herd of dogs rushed off again, with more than a few excited barks.
Bitch and I weren’t conversing, but neither of us were conversation people. I was too socially clumsy to maintain small talk for any length of time, and Bitch was… well, she was Bitch.
Yeah, this is to be expected.
So we sat, minutes passed between each exchange of dialogue, and it somehow didn’t bother me. It was letting me pick and choose what I was talking about very carefully.
Sometimes it’s nice to have this kind of friend. It might be what ultimately makes Rachel more positive towards Taylor, too.
“It’s too bad dogs can’t have trigger events,” Bitch mused aloud. “If they did, some people might think twice.”
Well…
huh.
That would make for quite the chaos, now wouldn’t it. Imagine it – a whole bunch of abused dogs suddenly going wild with parapowers of their own! You’ve got flying dogs, dogs that can shoot lasers around corners, hyperintelligent Tinker dogs, dogs that can cause explosions without actually blowing anything up, dogs that can turn other humans into demons…
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