On the second day he lay half-curled on a new cushion in a new house and dreamed while we watched. His brow twitched, his toes clenched, his lips curled, and his eyes flicked under their lids after something that frightened him -- his hackles bristled.
If the despairing among us are haunted by a black dog, what anxious dreams plague the black dog in turn?
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