Life, Once Again!

The ‘local’ looked at the dog that rolled in. I literally rolled in. Dog fighting is also a merchant. You can see that the fight is going to get worse, or if one side surrenders, you have to tear the dogs apart so that they don't get fatal injuries, but this time it was an accident without any help. The dog that was thrown into the dojo was panting with its head held in its hands.

“If you don't think you can see it, deal with it. ”

It was a message left by the director. The burial ground sits on both legs in front of the dog. Dogs stretch their tongues and struggle to breathe, not even flinching or rolling their eyes. It seems to focus heavily on breathing. Blood spilled from the nape drenched the floor. The deeper the blood well, the slower the lungs of the rapidly rising and falling dog. This is not enough. The land rises up. I picked up a shovel leaning against the wall. The hole in the neck was also a problem, but it was already an old dog. If I let him, he would die naturally. It will last until dawn, howling, but when the sun rises, it breathes. You look down at the dog with the shovel in your hand. Is it intuitive what will happen next? The dog tucks its lazy tongue in and raises itself up, pulling its snarling legs close together. I felt like my whole body was telling me that I could do more, that I wasn't ready to die yet.

The ground grabs the shovel and lifts it overhead. I shouldn't have hit him. I had to give him the exact same glance. so fast and so accurate that you can't twist your body in shock. It was not loud. I can feel the dogs in the cage staring up at me. I was watching the dog collapse with a wary eye, except for the one that stopped caring about everything in the world. The burial ground loosened its shovel and looked around at the dogs. The eyes of the dogs turn away. Like you're complaining that you didn't see anything.

I've worn rubber gloves. I've lived in the field for a long time, but I've never touched a dead dog with my bare hands. I don't mind touching the blood-covered dog just before I died, but after I died, my hands were hard to hold. He hated ‘objects’ that were so hot and not even vibrant, that he only assumed that the country was postponed. The dog was in an envelope. The dead dog was heavier than usual. With a shovel in my left hand and an envelope in my right hand, I came out of the field. I moved along a ridge with white eyes. The dog's grave is not far away.

Under the thunderstruck tree, the burial ground is dug out of the envelope. The tip of the shovel touches the frozen ground and makes a loud noise. You dig down, focusing like a hammer. There were five more here somewhere. If you're unlucky, dog bones will come out of the ground. After digging the ground enough to bury the envelope, a drop of sweat formed on my forehead. Fortunately, there was nothing greeting a previously buried dog.

I pushed the envelope in and watched the pit for a moment. Whether I like this moment or not, the memories of my past beat back. You don't live for fun. It was a question that the six chiefs who went through before meeting the current chieftain were asked without missing. The second time I met her was a woman, and she used to watch me bury her dog. I watched as I hit the dog's eyebrows with a shovel, sometimes with a club. After seeing it, I always said the same thing. This should be fun.

You steal the sweat with the back of your hand and return the dirt you dug to its place. Until the blue plastic bag is buried in the ground and completely disappears. Returning to the observation, there is a Plum standing at the entrance.

“Where have you been? ”

The locale showed shovels. I nodded my head to make sure I understood the Plum. Plum reminded me of the second seal. A smile, a grumpy, worrying look, and an attempt to narrow the street resembles a second chief in every way.

“Are you sleeping in there when it snows like this? ”

“Yes.”

“Aren't you cold? ”

“I don't know.”

Whether it was always cold or because it was less cold than wandering through the snow barefoot as a child, the country was insensitive to the cold. It was only then that I felt numb to the cold. When I found a dog that looked just like me sleeping dead, On that day, I felt the cold that I had forgotten. This time, if the ‘dog' in the prophecy dies, the cold will come.

“The dean asked me to come and see what the dog did. ”

“I killed him and buried him. ”

I showed him the shovel again. The blood of the dogs spilled as if it had rusted on the end of a shovel. Plums moved aside with their eyes twitching. The country entered the field of view. The shovel leans against the wall and walks from the right to the third iron bars. It was an empty fence for a while. Until you bring in a new dog. The land crept into it. A faint warmth welcomed me.

* * *

The Plum opened the door slightly and frowned. The locality lies within a cage where dogs are supposed to lie exposed. He's lying on the floor with his poop in it and not even a sheet. Plums chewed their fingernails outside the door and eventually pulled out their handkerchiefs. I sprinkled perfume on the handkerchief and closed my nose and mouth. I only took a step inside the door, but the stench pierced through the handkerchief. It was a prey made out of thin, thin skin for many years.

“You'll get sick and die. ”

It was said to be spacious to dogs, but to humans it was an infinitely cramped fence. The terrain where you curled up and put your arms together to cover your face looks uncomfortable to anyone. What the hell is going on here? I wanted to get out of here as soon as I could, but I couldn't help but notice the ground full of germs snoring on the floor.

“Son of a bitch, you're gonna get yourself killed. No matter how much you learn, you know what hurts. If you do that in this filthy place on a cold day, even a healthy person will come down with the flu or pneumonia in two days. Get up quickly.”

It was a land that wouldn't budge. The Plum was starting to get angry. I'm not volunteering. I don't know why I'm doing this. Just ignore it and turn around.

My life became this twisted. If I had come home that day worried about my mom, if I hadn't gone home, if I had reported my dad sticking his hand inside my thigh before, or if I had just become a man who cares more about his own life than someone else's position in the first place. I felt dramatically worse. I felt nauseous because of the smell. Dead or not, you're on your own. I took my handkerchief off my mouth and turned around.

“I'm cold.”

It sounded like I could hear it. It was about returning a foot halfway out of sight.

“When it's cold, go back to sleep. ”

Plum shoved a handkerchief into his pocket.

* * *

The sky coral saw a Plum floating on the ground. I told you not to come that way. She was a woman I didn't even know. There are no such ghosts in the world when a married man forgets his spine. Seeing an old lady selling herbs on the street made him look stupid.

“Where are you going? ”

“I can't let you sleep in there forever. This is what the weather looks like. ”

“I told you, don't mind him. ”

The Great Lakes saw a sprawling land. When I saw you this morning, it wasn't a mess. He turned into an ICU patient in a few hours. If you leave it as the Plum says, you'll get rid of an invoice.

“Since when? ”

“All of a sudden. Just a moment ago, he looked fine, and he was lying there, and there was this commotion. Stop staring and come help me. It's heavier than it looks. ”

“Why would I? ”

“Are you sure? ”

“I don't care if he dies or not. I told you not to get involved. Look at him now, that squinty one. Is that how you see someone trying to help you? That's not a man cub. ”

“If he dies, will you clean it up? And you said something when you dropped her off. Pay attention. What would the dean say if he died? ”

He spit. Plum was right, even though I was reluctant. Even if he died last night, he wouldn't even report him missing, so it was no problem, but if he asked for responsibility, he would be in trouble. I don't want to be nagged by a guy who's worse than a fly.

“Can we just throw it in the lodge? ”

“You're gonna do it and you're gonna complain. I'm gonna take him to his place and wash him off. The baby itself is a germ mass. ”

“Don't you have gloves? I'm just touching it. ”

“Will you look at me and tell me? ”

A Plum lending its shoulders to a local. If it's dirty, every woman who hates it has put up with it. The Cheonjo took the land with the Plum to its lodging. I opened the visit and threw it under the bed. I only touched her for a moment, but I got rotten eggs from my clothes. I think the laundry won't go away, so I took it off and threw it next to the ground.

“I did what I had to do. You can do the rest." If I do something about it, I'll just take it and go. ”

“Damn, you don't have the balls to do that. ”

He raised his hand to the Plum and put it down. It was awkward to hang out with a woman. And it wasn't a day or two of a Plum's thick mouth. I saw the land of the sleeping crouch before I left the room. It was the first time he was so unfriendly. My gut was telling me. He's going to have a really big accident. So stay away from me.

“You come out roughly. He's a dangerous bastard. ”

“You say that again. Are you so afraid of a sick kid who can't protect himself? ”

“Don't regret it later, just listen to him. This spine. ”

The sky shifts its gaze.

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