"I just got my second dose of the vaccine," she says shyly. Her old, blind dog stares past me with milky blue eyes and dubiously sniffs my outstretched hand before finally commencing a tired but friendly wag and pressing the bony length of his body into my legs.
"That must make things so much better for you!" I exclaim as I scratch her dog's flat head.
"Yes, it's better," she says, looking around, "but everything is still the same."
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