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Dorthea and the Dalmatian

Raise your hand if you were surprised The day we met Dorthea in her beautiful high rise. She had turned into a Dalmatian which she always wanted to be. And she was rather beautiful, as she poured us English tea. How did you do it? We asked, pretending to be awed. She smiled at us sweetly, her long face dog-like jawed. But she could no longer speak, barking is what she did at the elevator. We gave her a wave good-bye, wondering if she would be sorry later.

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