...it's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in bacon...mmmmmmm....
She: Riding on a Lark style-scooter, steering one-handed, rounding the corner of an obscured street onto Ritchie Highway.
He: Perched on a shelf on the back of the scooter, hands braced on her shoulders, toes of his dirty sneakers tucked under a grey plastic shopping bag full of... something.
It: Sitting, held on her lap like a toddler in need of an allover haircut, tail draped trailing over one ample thigh.
Could've been kids. Should've been, probably.
But they were all over 40.
Well, I don't know about the dog.
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