Tag: hell
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Fiction: Conversations I Don’t Have with my Dog
Lucky (that’s his name) stands there staring at me. “What?” I ask. “I just fed you.” He keeps staring at me. Not blinking (do dogs blink?) not looking away. Again, “What?” Nothing. “You’re thinking about something. Wait, let me guess. You’re wondering about the purpose of existence. Whether there’s a reason we’re here. You’re thinking…