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"This the place?" Tommy asks as he raises his foot off the gas. Whilst they'd been out in farm land for a bit now he could see a sign growing as they approached - The Animal Sanctuary - greeting him mere moments after he'd asked. This was not where he thought his day would go when he awoke - a stray comment about always wanting a dog to Josh had formed into a plan to casually go look at the shelter where his friend found Toshiko. "What are the chances we find Esperanza already here? Doesn't she have, like, a bunch of dogs?" he jokes as he turns off the main road and finds a place to park his jeep among the other cars.

Do you know that asshole who shovels a plastic butter knife into a cake fresh out of the oven? Who doesn’t care if that plastic serrated edge curls and melts into itself after seven secs, making terrible chocolate furrows in what would have otherwise been a socially tolerable Betty Crocker SuperMoist! Fudge Mix? 

That’s the asshole-rank that Maya occupies. 

“Michael Osburn.”

Brandished a smile like an impotent plastic butter knife.

“Our first official sit-down. It’s very comforting for me, an American, to be in this noisy Dunkin Donuts with you today. Very. Globalized. You know, we all bleed the same triglyceride-crusty blood no matter white, black, yellow, dead--” 

Cut the cake. “Is it true you fraternize with Organization criminals?”