I drive back from the bank, cars blowing by as if we’re not even moving. I shake my head, the cobwebs thick, life around me just short of a blur. I turn right off the four-lane maze and slow to a crawl as Haley, my four-legged friend, repositions herself on the console. She leans in, licks my neck and gives me that, “it’s time to hang out” look. I oblige, open the passenger-side window, and we cruise, Haley hanging out in the early March breeze.

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