"After a rain in New York, all the dogs that got caught in the rain,
somehow the rain washed away their whole trail, and they can't get back
home. So around four in the morning, you see all these stranded dogs
in the street, and they're looking around, like, "Won't you help me get
home, sir, please, excuse me sir, excuse me sir, can you help me
find my way back home?" All the makes and models , the short ones, the
black ones, the expensive ones- they all want to get home." -Tom Waits
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