As a stray Doberman in the streets of New York you didn’t really care for humans much, you cared a little but only when there was food involved. You would scour the city for traces of leftovers, and every Friday you would go to the dumpster of a small restaurant to dig into any food that was thrown out after the day was done. On a pretty ordinary day you find a small syringe instead of being filled with heroin like usual it appears to be filled with a strong smelling green substance that appeared to be leaking onto the ground in a puddle.
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