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jota has one million friends. he follows them everywhere. he strays further and further every day. he goes to the complete other side of campus to see them. he chases girl dogs. he has a girlfriend. her name is mit la. they roll around in the grass and play fight every day. she is charcoal black all over. her tail is absurdly long and her body is oddly squat. she is only a puppy and they say she will be able to have babies in another four months.

jota came home the other day with long gashes in his neck and his leg. his right ear was also missing a piece. he was shy and hid under the desk.

today he didn’t go out. he sat at the door looking pensive. he sat looking out at the world and realized that there were some bad people out there. he was confused. he followed me around where ever i went. when he saw other dogs he would jump up on my leg and try to get my attention. he would bark at them. he wanted them to know i was a member of his pack.

the loss of innocence. before, jota believed that everyone was there to play. before, he used to run up to everyone with his tail wagging and jump and generally have fun. now he sits and stares. i guess we all go through something similar when we realize that the world isn’t the safest place. it’s a sad realization but, with time, we come to terms with it.