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The dogs ran parallel to me along the road behind the house. They have a wedding, I have a run. Smoke was streaming from the stoves, the bus was hacking and riding off the route. Women scatter snow, men rest, one collects bottles. A wooden slide has been created, now the police, wearing flashing lights on their heads, can safely ride from them, under the barking of a dog in the morning park.
