The dog interrupts her sniffing at the snowbank and stands alert, watching the guy walk down the block towards us through alternating darkness and pools of light from the streetlights.
His energy is a little off, a little wound tight, so I make eye contact and smile, but he only sees the dog.
"Beautiful animal," he says.
"Have a good night," I say, but he doesn't reply.
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