Something woke him, and for a moment he didn't know where he was. But there was someone outside, a male from the voice, and he was shouting something. He threw off the bedclothes and tottered to the window. The light from the neighbour across the road shone over an old ute, filled with newspapers, and a man in overalls on his driveway wrestling with a dog. The dog, more precisely, had a newspaper in her mouth, and was resolutely hanging onto it with her teeth, while the man, swearing all the colours of the schema, was hanging onto the other end.
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