Dog

Just when I had reached a conclusion ,in my morning walk thoughts, a stray dog came from somewhere. It would leap at my stomach on its hind legs, as if trying to reach my face where it would find my reciprocation. Of course I did not reciprocate . I would walk pretending nonchalance but around the belly button was fear of a dog bite and its consequence of injections around it.

Belly buttons are precious and have to be conserved at all costs .

In the chemical fear near the button, the conclusion reached in the walking thoughts was lost to the world.

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