Dog Talk

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It was slow going but I was able to get a general overview of what he was driving at. I’ve been at this writing game long enough to know much will change over the course of the project. I tried to make Sam see this, My throat started to grow raw again and my voice was taking in a growling rasp. I had difficulty clearing my throat and had to excuse myself a number of times for water. As our conversation continued, I became impressed with Sam’s intelligence, though there were large gaps in his experience. This was more than made up for by a view of life that was unique; a view I would have difficulty imagining another human being holding. “I know,” he said. “A dog would.”

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