We're in Spain. There's a bullfight.
The boy sits at a table eating a sandwich.
I tell him to stay inside, but he says no. We're on a road walking
a dog. The dog gets away, runs ahead on the road and bites a man.
I run up to the man and ask him to show me where he's been bit.
He's looks at me fiercely. He will not respond to me. I turn around and go home.
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