Every morning at seven a.m. sharp you’ll find Sasha in Howell park her collie Cupcake and her labrador Lollipop before her nine pm shift at the bookstore on the corner of willow and 45th. Who buys books at nine at night? No one really knows the answer to that question but it’s got to be a better job that slaving over the hot tortilla oven at Los Tacos or selling bait to people who think they can actually fish in the cesspool they call rainbow river. The sky was surprisingly cloudless on this particular day so during Sasha’s daily walk she took a detour and sat on a bench with her dogs and read one of the vampire novels she found in the fifty cent bin at the bookstore. Before long the cool breeze and setting sun lulled Sasha to sleep. For thirty minutes Cupcake and Lollipop waited patiently by their owner until they raced toward a popping sound coming from one of street light generators. Sasha woke up to a face full of mud from last night rainstorm, leashes still in hand. As Sasha lay in the mud she erupts in a fit of laughter while families continue to walk by unperturbed by the scene before them.
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