The Mercy Blog 2: Mean Man and Me
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I noticed without much fanfare or to-do, this morning, that our neighbor had a rental truck slap up against his front door. Coming down the road, from class, I saw the bed, the table, and various other accoutrement loaded inside. I took this to mean he was moving. I was...I must say...ok with that. He wasn't the easiest man to like. An attempt had been made, earlier in the year, to befriend him, mainly because he had the most adorable roommate: a Bassest hound. And one afternoon, I was in the backyard with Max, the dog I live with. He's a large white German Shepherd,...
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