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Date Posted: 16:39:19 12/26/01 Wed
Author: May
Author Host/IP: 65.58.5.176
Subject: A young woman in blue jeans and a gray cotton turtleneck crashes through the front door.

She struggles to balance three handbags and a black leather purse in her arms, while simultaneously trying to keep the hair out of her eyes. Part of it has been pinned back with a claw, but the rest of her golden mane hangs loose. She stops in the doorway and looks behind her. Sitting in front of the building is her brother's rust-colored pickup, and the older man in the driver's seat idly drums his fingers on the steering wheel. A large, pure black dog sits beside him, running his pink tongue across his nose, while another one stands in the open bed with his tail wagging. A younger German shepherd with long black and yellow fur trots clumsily on oversized paws, trying to catch up with May as she waits for him in the doorframe. When the puppy clatters into the room, his toenails ringing on the wood floors, May waves to her brother (who does not wave back), shuts the door, and hauls her luggage upstairs to her room.

Once in the room the dog, Banshee, begins to explore every nook and cranny. May smiles at him as she stands by the bed, unpacking clothes and toiletries. Having your own room should give you a break from the other dogs, she says to Banshee, who looks up from a dresser drawer and tilts his head. May laughs. You stay here for a while. I'm gonna go find somethin' to eat. Banshee follows her to the door, but May walks out and shuts it behind her.

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