until then,
still had no friends.
not that i'd had any back home.
when i became depressed, they disappeared.
or maybe i wanted to be alone.
but not anymore; i wanted secrets to share.
inside jokes, separate worlds, laughing senseless.
my books and the cinema were pathetic friends.
i had become terribly lonesome.
besides working with marissa and her husband.
i needed to meet people.
but, hell, was i scared to.
i had fallen a little out of practice--
starting real, personal relationships.
well, life's full of challenges
meant to take on.
it was said that i'd considered this one.
but the alternative?
nonexistent.
at least i wasn't going to think of it...
so i went to a dog park.
yeah, we're both confused as to why.
didn't even own a dog.
guess i just liked the idea of a canine's life.
so simple, they seem to have no cares in the world.
they east, bark, wrestle (both kinds), woof, sleep and do not much else, really.
plus they're so cute and make you smile--i have had one before.
and it's an excuse to start a conversation, all in a petting.
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btw, marissa's character would have to be a lot older in this than she is in real life, as weird as that may sound. i mean, she does have dan smith, an adult, as her son lol. woof! 🐶
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watercolor ⦾ d.c.s. ⦿ book 2
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