Katie has decided that both the doge and I need fresh air, and after a short stint on the stoop, we are sitting outside at a sidewalk table, eating ice cream.
I scoop a tiddle of ice cream on my fingers and reach down to give it to the doge, who hesitates before slurping it up. She pivots her crooked head in all directions, looking for more of the same, and then fixates on Katie with her visage of cutest beggary.
"Oh, doge, you spin your head like an owl. but when you beg I see the universe in your eyes," Katie says into the doggy face of absolute longing looking up at her.
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