You walk into a glue factory on the south side of town for instructions to get to the nearest Indian food place and spot two men at a large truck unloading dogs of all kinds. You observe them for a moment, straining your ears to catch a nip of their conversation. You hear the small, gruff one point to an especially wired up looking dog in the back of the car. Her fur, while snow white with brown patches, was covered in bright crimson scars. Her eyes were a lifeless cloud white, and you could imagine that she was a gorgeous dog in her prime. "That one is a real puzzler. She was born in one of them puppy mills, sent to a lotion factory for testing, came back with a wound that they had to stitch up, went to more factories to become a test dog and soon had too many scars to be useful for anything. Guess its a shame." The taller, thin companion only nodded and began to lift her out of the truck. For one moment, her dull and lifeless eyes met yours and your heart stopped.
You came here to get directions.
But you were leaving here with a dog.
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