The existence of my neighbor's dog was once contested by a philosopher and high-priestess in an obscure internet sect. She argued that for that dog to exist its bark could not conceivably be worse than its bite. It was a gentle old dog, now so sedate it barely stirred. And toothless as a newborn.
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The existence of my neighbor's dog was once contested by a philosopher and high-priestess in an obscure internet sect. She argued that for that dog to exist its bark could not conceivably be worse than its bite. It was a gentle old dog, now so sedate it barely stirred. And toothless as a newborn.