“I keep thinking of the dogs,” Rustem said. “On the island. Why did you tell me about them?” “To give you something to consider. A problem to work out.” “I keep thinking of those people, rowing to the island to leave food.” “The kind ones. The ones who cared enough.” “No. They weren’t kind. They were weak. They should have acted right away. They should have resisted when the authorities came to take the dogs away. Violently, if that was what was needed. That would have been real kindness: To act. To save the animals from being taken in the first place. To protect them. But they did nothing
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