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The proposal dog scene is actually not that uncommon. It's like... what is the most basic part of a dog?"
"Dogs? But dogs have a special kind of thing in their mouth, you know. Can you make a puppy dog with your finger? I think they can, but they look like they might break at any moment."
"Are dogs... are dogs just dogs, though? They have... can they be cats? Is there something that you can't put on dogs? Or is it that dogs can be anything?"
"You know... maybe they can. In a way. But they still look like dogs, after all. That's all I'm trying to say. I'm not saying that it's a lot. And I'm not saying that it's not a lot."
"Do you want a dog? Or a cat? Are you really interested in all of these things?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you, because you're the one that's most interesting to me. I'm telling you this so that you'll know that I'm interested in it. I'm not trying to convince you to change your mind."
"Maybe you'll want a dog later. Maybe it will be a dog. Or maybe it will be a cat. Or maybe you'll become more interested in cats, or fish, or maybe you'll go more to the side of the pond. You can't know that. The thing is, I'm not interested in changing your mind, and I'm not interested in convincing you to change your mind. That's how we can be together. And I'm going to show you all of these things about life."
"So you're basically saying that it's just that it's the one part of a dog? If you can't make a puppy dog with your finger, or make a puppy with your finger, then a dog just has a special part?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying."
"And the next day, we just go and see the dogs and cats that you were talking about? What about the two other things that you sd that you want me to see?"
"Oh, I forgot about that. I got mixed up. They can wt. I can't make another dog until we're done talking about this one dog."
"That's easy, is it?"
"No, it's not easy. It can be just as hard to wt as it is to make something. But wt, and I'll make you a puppy, and you'll see that it's no problem. That's not a problem."
"So you made it up?"
"No, no. I'm going to make a puppy, with one finger. And then we'll see which finger you like best, and you can have the puppy. We'll see which finger you prefer. You don't have to decide now."
"You're not going to make me a puppy. We're not going to wt until after."
"I promise. I'll make you a puppy."
"I'm not going to tell you how to trn dogs and cats, and I'm not going to wt around for you to make me a puppy."
"Well, I can see that's how you're going to do it, but I can see that I can teach you to have patience. Now look. Wt for me here. And I'll just find myself some puppy to take a walk."
"You can't make a puppy by yourself."
"I won't need to make a puppy by myself. Just wt for me. I'll be right back."
"No. No. I'm going to go home and we'll discuss this later."
"All right. We'll discuss this later."
Karyn stopped in front of the drugstore window, and leaned agnst the glass. She rubbed her cheeks as if to warm herself and to rouge them. "Weirdo," she sd to herself. "You really are a weirdo."
Then she stepped inside the drugstore and found the toy bin. Karyn selected a plush stuffed dog, and stepped back out into the sunlight. She looked over at the parking lot. She didn't see him, but she hoped he was there. Then she looked back at the dog, and stepped back into the drugstore agn. She looked at the toy bin. She felt the need to rub her cheeks.
"He _is_ crazy," she sd to herself. "But then so am I."
Karyn turned and walked toward the door, then turned back toward the window. She leaned agnst the glass and rubbed her cheeks agn.
The door slid open, and a man stepped out.
Karyn's heart seemed to stop beating. "He's the man." She turned and stepped toward the door, then stopped. He was moving toward the car. He was dressed in a sport jacket, slacks, and a tie.
Karyn walked away from the door, toward the back of the store, as if he might miss her. He glanced in the store, as if he knew he had seen her. He saw her looking back at him. Karyn turned to look down at the dog.
"No." Karyn shook her head. "No."
She stepped back to the door, as if she needed to get through it and close it before he did.
But he stood there, as if he wanted to be sure she wasn't going to run.
The door slid open, and Karyn turned to look.
He leaned agnst the car and watched her. He walked to the car and pulled his keys from his pocket.
"No, no, no!" Karyn screamed.
He walked to the trunk and pulled it open. He picked up the bag.
Karyn shook her head, as if shaking off a thought. "No!" She lunged for the trunk, but the man had the bag in his hands.
She swung her hand toward the car. The man grabbed her arm and twisted. "Leave me alone," she screamed.
He dropped the bag and held her by the wrist. "Shut up."
He twisted her arm.
Karyn dropped to her knees and started to cry. She screamed at him. "You have to leave me alone."
He grabbed the bottom of her shirt. "You're not going to like this."
"Let me go."
He squeezed her arm.
"I can't get away from him. I'm trapped in his will. He wants me to see this."
"You'll never get away from him."
She screamed agn.
The man shoved her face into the floor. "Look down here." He put his foot agnst her back.
She screamed agn.
The man's foot lifted her head and held it between his leg and the floor.
His other leg came up and slammed her on her back. Her arms flled. He grabbed her wrist and twisted it.
"You're going to like this. And you're going to hate me."
"Don't. Please don't do it."
"I have to," the man sd.
The door of the car opened and shut.
The man released Karyn.
She crawled to the car, and the man turned and walked