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SHE ARRIVED WITH HER HEELS SMACKING THE floor. It made the whole apartment block shake, even though she was light. The dog was following her so closely that if you looked real fast, it was like a centaur or a weird animal with a dog’s ass and a human front.

“Sam keeps poking me with her cwet nose so I’ll pay attention to her!”

“What’s ‘cwet’?”

“What do you mean?!” (She was looking at me as if I was a friggin’ idiot.) “Cold and wet: cwet!”

“Yeah, right. I’m an idiot.”

She walked over to me to stroke my arm, as if to say, no, you’re not (but kind of, a little), and she put her head on my shoulder and sighed.

“What are you doing?”