Angles

The dog ogles the woman as she bites into the cheese with strong, white teeth. You see how he dreams up the possibility of chewing the cheese between his own teeth, which, if he looked at the mirror ten times a day like she does, he’d know are bigger and sharper than hers. But it wouldn’t make a difference. He knows better than to bark, put his paw on her leg or dirty her dress, so he fetches the turtle in the living room and hurls it into the kitchen, for the young woman to bend or slip over...

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