"Rufus, come on boy" Jensen whistled for the dog. After a moment it came bounding back, stick in it's mouth. It panted, eyes expectant, waiting for him to throw.

"You think I've got nothing more to do, don't you?" he asked, as he ran his hands through the hair on the dogs neck. His mind drifted. He was supposed to be at Katherine's house soon.

The dog barked at him.

"Sorry. I forgot" he said. "You've got your priorities, too, haven't you?" He flung the stick and grinned as the dog chased after it.

He remembered his conversation with his friend, Matthew at his house earlier that day.

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