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The rat-faced dog slides its chin up over his knee and Bob starts scratching. Its fur feels like one of those polyester blankets you find in the bottom drawer of cheap motel rooms, the kind that will launder out no matter what you get on them, leaving faint reminders in shades of tan. By some cruel mishap of dumpster eugenics, the dog's eyes stick out so far they could probably turn in and look at each other. The scrawny creature exploits Bob's inattention by lapping at his fingers.
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