The kids (a bunch of girls, a couple guys trying to impress them) sitting on the wall are talking loudly, like kids, and somehow they're connected to the guys loitering by the bank across the street. The main guy in this group notices the group by the bank moving out, and he rounds up his charges, hikes up his pants, and walks by us where the dog and I are waiting for her to pee.
"Cute dog," he says gruffly, and I smile.
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