As he pulled the door open and felt the cold air first hit his now warmed skin, Peter watched the dogs tear out of the building, as each would make his or her own exit, streams of steaming breath flowed from their gaping mouths. Invigorated now by the cold air, the dogs pulled poor John harder than ever. He was out the door in a heartbeat and halfway to second ave.
Peter let the heavy glass door slowly swing back to place as he sauntered out into the brightening morning . Living on the east side of the city was definitely a benefit, Peter thought as he began noticing the beautiful sunrise; which he did every morning provided he wasn’t too hung over or if it was going to rain.
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