There’s never any good reason for a stray bullet, but this is what I’ve come up with. This must be where that bullet came from, how it began its short journey from a barrel through a man’s head, out of a house, across the street, and into my dog. Nobody’s ever confirmed this, nobody’s ever denied this. I make up stories for a lot of unanswered questions, and I say a lot more in my head than I ever do to anyone's face.
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