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Nov. 29th, 2006 01:55 pmI was eating lunch next to a table of four ole mailmen, and I swear to jebus that their only topic of conversation was dawg attacks. Apparently the problem is worse than any of us feared. I could hear the fear and anger in their voices. I heard one old dude say, "That damn dawg is a lowlife piece o' trash, and I still would like to git my hands on him."
It was engrossing conversation--I couldn't even stay focused on my newspaper.
It was engrossing conversation--I couldn't even stay focused on my newspaper.
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