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I was lazing around after a decadent lunch when my dog came running over. He seemed to be telling me that if I was free, then I should take him for a walk.
Well, I had nothing else to do. I got ready to leave.
I absentmindedly let the dog take us where he wanted when a man with a cigarette in his mouth came towards us from the opposite direction.
I’d shortened the lead before I knew I was doing it. My beloved dog was only a small dog, but I knew there were people out there who were afraid of or otherwise hated dogs.
As we passed the man, strangely slouched over, he threw the cigarette to the ground. What a filthy pig. He didn’t appear to put the light out either. If you’re gonna throw it away, you could at least do that, I thought.
I searched the ground and then fell back in shock. It wasn’t a cigarette he threw away. It was a well manicured woman’s finger.