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Go get the rope!
Go get the baby!
He was used to these commands and he was quick. His father had been
in television. Perhaps that's where his anxiety came from.
He needed others. His troubles came when he was alone. He tried
to sleep but his despair deepened. He chewed his nails, walked in circles,
looking for the phone. He flung himself on the couch and buried his face
in the cushions. He looked out the windows, waited at the door.
If only he could find that phone.
He would shake it, crack the screen with his Schnauzer teeth.

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