The dogs were already barking before I turned the corner. A chorus of raspy yelps echoed off the stone wall. No leashes or collars. No owner. Just them, a dusty alley, and me … mid-stride, already committed. We stared each other down longer than I’d like to admit. They held their ground. I held mine. …
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