It's not a mirage

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My dog reaches for my hand with his paw and I want to believe, like you do, that he’s trying to hold my hand but I know better. I know he wants me to scratch his chest where he can’t reach. They tell me it’s going to happen. They tell me they’ll die on the tracks before they let this thing die. They say the story’s important. They want this. I want to b…