[Sure enough, because the only things more deeply ironic than life itself are the dreams of those living it, it's that moment that a potential crisis chooses to strike.]
[Around a nearby corner, the gentle sounds of something padding through some of the scattered puddles float through the air, followed by a much less gentle growl.]
[A few meters away, over by some trash cans, a dark canine form stands, backlit in the mist by an unseen streetlight. The eyes in its too-far-apart sockets blaze-- straight at the hunching little figure.]
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[Sure enough, because the only things more deeply ironic than life itself are the dreams of those living it, it's that moment that a potential crisis chooses to strike.]
[Around a nearby corner, the gentle sounds of something padding through some of the scattered puddles float through the air, followed by a much less gentle growl.]
[A few meters away, over by some trash cans, a dark canine form stands, backlit in the mist by an unseen streetlight. The eyes in its too-far-apart sockets blaze-- straight at the hunching little figure.]