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I continued talking to him as I

rubbed the dirt from his coat. “Are

you really as mean as they say? Are

you just trying to get my confidence

so you can take me off guard, or were

they just putting me on?”

I rubbed all down his front leg,

and he lifted it as if he was

experienced at having his feet

worked. As I touched his front knee,

he quivered slightly. His front knees

were the main thing that stood out

about him. They were huge, about

the size of small basketballs, and his

right leg was slightly turned inward.

He had had some kind of accident,

probably broken knees, and they

hadn’t healed properly. But what had

happened, and why both of them?

The more I looked at them, the more I

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