Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Loner (Retard continued)

She ran up to the woman with the ball in her mouth, squeaking it at her.

“Can you play with her?”

“She doesn’t want to play.”

“Then why is she attacking me with the ball?”

They walked into the living room and he threw the ball across the room. She started after it, then suddenly stopped at her bowl and began wolfing down her food.

“Go get the ball.” She continued to eat, occasionally looking up at them. “See.”

“Our dog is completely insane.”

“She just doesn’t like eating alone.”

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