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Sitting in my frozen position, I wonder if I have to slow my heart rate too.

She repeats, all breathy, “Ok, Ok! Nobody move! I am going to let the dog in.”

I wish I’m any place but here.

I wish I’m outside with bad boy Doc howling at the moon in his piece of crap Camaro on blocks in the front yard.

I want to smile at the neighbors’ outraged faces, but I don’t want to upset the dog.