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-baby bird

-floof

-lil radish

-little loafofbread

-girlygirl

-lil rascal

-silly potato

-dumbutt

Things I do not call my dog:

generation x: college is the best time of your life!

They are doing construction upstairs.  A loud-mouthed man (ear plugs still in?) stomps in blaring 'If worst comes to worst we'll just leave one man overnight on fire watch."

I feel so secure.

Next confused construction dude stomps in as the other one exits.  Wrinkled forehead punctuates his opening line of "Uh, so, wait, do we just leave this stuff? Or do we take it with us?" Not sure who he is asking, as the coffee shop contains an old deaf man wearing Floridian grandpa-style all white, a collegiate type with glasses and earbuds branching out of his head like he's an undercover alien, and the girl at the back who works here.  Mr. Wrinklebrow walks out, question unanswered.

As he walks out the door, I see, before the door swings shut, his friend, balanced precariously on the hood of a truck as it pulls away. 

Woman walks in with what appear to be hand knit, knee-high wool socks in yellow and purple squiggle patterns.  I wonder if we are in Portland today, somehow.