• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 11
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Did he see the shoes I put on this morning? He didn't hear me saying what a good time we had in the park on Saturday. His mother has sewn the seams of this jacket, he said, after a night out with his mates. I remembered when I first saw him, holding a drink as if it was a hidden plea - I thought he wanted something from me. I answered his call as he ruffled his peacock feathers and I sat on the stool as I ordered a drink. He seems taken by the dog. I think he's buying it. We are taking him home.