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“side door and threw in the bin every day. They tossed them by the bag-full, and even though it consisted of dead rats, the dog wasn’t about to complain. He was lucky to be getting anything to eat at all. ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’ was his motto. As he neared the entrance of the alley, which was blocked off on the other end, he looked up at the darkening sky; perhaps there”
― R.W.K. Clark, Dead on the Water