And the only creature in the world that loved me was this stray dog that lived downstairs underneath the stoop. It was a little beagle mutt. And whenever I’d come home it’d come wriggling - wriggling its whole body in happiness to see me. And clouds of dust and fleas coming up…
The dog’s name was Prope Mortuus, which was Latin for nearly dead. Which it was.
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