The dog turned and walked to the river’s edge. The muddy current was moving quickly. “Hey, careful,” Frankie yelled, leaning forward, but for the first time ever, the animal turned and growled, causing Frankie to lean back, confused. There are songs that you play that you have to restart, and songs that you play that you never get right. But when a song is complete, there is no more you can do. The hairless dog leaped into the water and paddled away. Frankie watched limply, knowing somehow he was not supposed to follow, even as the last member of his original three-piece band disappeared down
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