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I was taking the dog out for his before-bed pee. A neighbour across the street, diagonal from my parents' place, had friends over. Shiloh had done his business and was on the step right before the door when he paused. A woman's voice, jokingly squeaky but surprisingly in tune, sang a line of Madonna's song: "Like a virgin...touched for the very first time!" Shiloh stood there, attentive, waiting until she had gone to her car and driven away before he'd go inside. I wondered: was it because our family would sing, so he thought singing was a sign of "human to (possibly) pay attention to"? Or was it just the sound and smell of novelty - unknown person, unfamiliar car? Like a virgin.
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The last line sounded nice. I'm not sure if it makes sense. Cars are virgins? And this reminds me of snarking at my brother, in a very silly way, when we were at the Biodome before it closed for repairs. He was reading a plaque that talked about forests and wondered to me: "Is that a virgin forest?" I replied, "Must be. Since when do forests have sex?"
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