By Jelly Cocanougher
Your dog was trained for this moment since she was only a baby pup. But gravity insists, rolling off of the console into your lap because she got a little too comfy on the ride to the next set of pens. She rests her head on the top of a syringe casing for balance down bumpy roads, with her nose breathing above old quarters and the wrapper of lens cleaner.
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