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By Evan Mercer in musings — 05 Jun 2026

His owner was almost done becoming warm again.

A polite dog sits in front of an opaque laundromat dryer, waiting beside a laundry basket in a quiet, ordinary laundromat.

I don’t think people are wishing anymore. I think they’re feeding it.

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The higher the buildings rose, the less they belonged to the street.

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The higher the buildings rose, the less they belonged to the street.

Evan, perhaps © 2026

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