Raymundo thinks I should leave early.
"Who'll notice?" he husks
in his doggy-smoker tones.
He throws one of his wooly charges
the eye
and the creature retreats.
Like that.
Not a word.
"You gotta be like that," he says.
"Tell them who's boss."
He forgets we're both caged.
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