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The Dinner Party

Charles wanted an English Sheepdog — a giant, furry, slobbery mess of a dog, the kind his mother and father had denied him when he was a boy. Lonnie wanted a tiny dog such as a Chihuahua or a miniature Dachshund that he could carry in his arms up and down the staircase or place inside a bag when he went inside the bodega on Eighth Avenue. The disagreement began when Lonnie asked Charles if he intended to vacuum up all the stay hairs that such a big dog was…

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