Hadn’t he? He couldn’t remember exactly. “Fuck,” Zé sighed, glancing down. Not sure what was happening to him. That’s when he saw them. Three pairs of eyes, staring at him. Just staring. “What?” he asked and the three dogs’ heads tilted to the side. “What are you staring at?” Not surprisingly they didn’t reply, so Zé focused on how he would get down from where he was—on this china cabinet? How the hell did he get on a china cabinet?—without breaking his neck.
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