"Will she bite?"
"Oh no, she's ancient"
I put out my hand cautiously to the animal in front of me. Sure enough, the dog looked more afraid of me than I was of it. But I had dark past with dogs and I knew that this old withered beast could sense it. She opened her mouth and I then instantly had a flash back of that day in the dog park...why did my sister have to bring beef jerky? And how come they never finished fencing in the park. I could never love a dog again or jerky, after watching all those tiny little dogs carry her into the distance.
I was brought back to reality though with the dog's slobbery tongue. I cringed and pulled back almost instantly. I stared back at my coffee wondering where my sister is now. While my friend was talking about lord knows what all I could think now was Whitney.
"I have to get out of here" I blurted, spilling my coffee all over the table.
As I walked into the street's I began to pace up the road.
"Hot dogs! Come get your hot dogs!" A vendor yelled around the corner. Instantly I reacted in the only way I knew how. I squirted ketchup in his face and tipped his cart over.
"Meat is murder!" I kept repeating, I then ran away sobbing.
I ran to the piers and stopped to look at the sunset through my tear filled eyes. Where are you now Whitney?
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