“It’s a dog,” he said, putting a square napkin under the glass. “A fluffy one with a fucked up face. Shanna sent me a picture of it.” He scrolled through an uneventful text conversation and showed Natalie a fuzzy picture of a particularly weird-looking, brown Pekingese.
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Date: 2016-01-14 09:12 pm (UTC)“It’s a dog,” he said, putting a square napkin under the glass. “A fluffy one with a fucked up face. Shanna sent me a picture of it.” He scrolled through an uneventful text conversation and showed Natalie a fuzzy picture of a particularly weird-looking, brown Pekingese.
“That’s gotta be genetic, right?”
He gave it another look.
“Uh oh. What if that’s Shanna?”