Katie and I help out the neighbors by occasionally walking their dog. We wrap the harness under and around her tiny, smooth-furred frame, and take her downstairs, where she immediately pulls us around the corner to a tree beside which a bald man stands between two cars, pissing on the street.
“Looks like everybody is peeing here tonight,” Katie says as the dog squats to do her business.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t hold it anymore,” the guy mutters as he continues to do his.
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