Now living in southern Germany under an assumed name, Dora and her dog, Chekhov, are living a new life, and doing it one day at a time. She has no regrets about what she did. It was the dog, after all, that made her pull the trigger. Old habits die hard, and although Dora lives alone, sometimes late at night, you might catch a glimpse through the window, of a woman and her dog, bathed in the light from a fridge, sharing a drink of milk in the buff. Wuff, wuff.


June 24, 2016

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