Wednesday, November 4, 2009

5:35 p.m.

The young woman ran uphill, her high ponytail bobbing along to the scuffs of her trainers on pavement, dragging behind her a pocketbook-sized cotton fluff of a pup, which one could actually hear panting louder than she.

"What about this dog makes her think it is meant to jog?" I wondered. "Surely she has mistook a leash for a handbag."

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