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When we moved here a year and a half ago, I used to always see the same woman, our neighbor, out walking her two Basenjis (“They’re a wild African breed,” she tells me). Then after awhile I would hear her call their names from a distance as she waddled behind them with her pregnant belly. Then for months I only saw her husband in the park. And today I saw her walking her dogs again, this time with a baby carriage. It’s so nice to watch the neighborhood grow.
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