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By Liz Date: 2002 Aug 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.13.13.39.30131]] |
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He rounded on me, his back stiffened by my angry words, his rage fortified by my stare, and he said "I've always been a black, mangy dog to you. You started off full of pity and love, but you cleaned me up. And then you were surprised to find that I'm still a mangy dog underneath." |