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What happened to the dog?

I wish I could give you a Disney ending, like he became my partner or ended up saving a whole

orphanage from a fire or something. They’d hit him with a rock to knock him out. Fluid built up in

his ear canals. He lost all hearing in one and partial hearing in the other. But his nose still worked

and he did make a pretty good ratter once I found him a home. He hunted enough vermin to keep

that family fed all winter. That’s kind of a Disney ending, I guess, Disney with Mickey stew.

[Laughs softly.] You wanna know something crazy? I used to hate dogs.

Really?

Despised them; dirty, smelly, slobbering germ bags that humped your leg and made the carpet

smell like piss. God, I hated them. I was that guy who’d come over to your house and refuse to pet

the dog. I was the guy at work who always made fun of people with dog pictures on their desk. You

know that guy who’d always threaten to call Animal Control when your pooch barked at night?

[Motions to himself.]

I lived a block away from a pet store. I used to drive by it every day on my way to work,

confounded by how these sentimental, socially incompetent losers could shell out so much money

on oversized, barking hamsters. During the Panic, the dead started to collect around that pet shop.

I don’t know where the owner was. He’d pulled down the gates but left the animals inside. I could

hear them from my bedroom window. All day, all night. Just puppies, you know, a couple of weeks

old. Scared little babies screaming for their mommies, for anyone, to please come and save them.

I heard them die, one by one as their water bottles ran out. The dead never got in. They were

still massed outside the gate when I escaped, ran right past without stopping to look. What could I

have done? I was unarmed, untrained. I couldn’t have taken care of them. I could barely take care

of myself. What could I have done?…Something.

[Maze sighs in her sleep. Darnell pats her gently.]

I could have done something.

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