i finish buckling the harness on my dog, Juneau, then stand, re-tucking my shirt into my jeans from kneeling. i glance over with half-lidded eyes, then catch sight of you watching me from across the street. Juneau perks her ears up at you curiously, her tail wagging a bit. I furrow my brow, my Colombian accent prominent as i speak in a gravelly, unfriendly tone What are you looking at, extraña? I give you an intense stare with my brown eyes, wanting to scare you away and avoid talking to you
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18/05/2024