My Dogs

A dream about Rubio and Chiquito. They were both alive and living together with me. Rubio and Chiquito were lying on the floor side by side. I took Chiquito for a walk and as we were going down in the elevator a nasty man started to say nasty things to Chiquito and me. I don’t remember what those things were but I do remember how I felt—very much like when Rubio was really alive and the neighbors in the building used to be mean to him for no reason at all.

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