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dog years: Smell Equals Memories

Every time I smell dog poop, I don’t remember the 45 minutes I spent digging it out of the tread of my Nike Air Force low tops with a sharp pine tree twig. I remember realizing what it must feel like when one is marooned by a belligerent crew. There is no seat on the school bus far enough away from scorn when you have poo on your shoe.

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