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Everyday he came and sat at this bench.

Everyday, around the same time in the afternoon the dog would trot out of the woods. Each day it would venture closer and closer to the man.

He had noticed the dog looked skinny and hungry, that it had no collar on it.

Today was the day. He was going to reach out and touch it - it should come that close.

As the dog came closer, the man began to extend his hand slowly. He was lonely, he could use a companion.  As he stretched out his fingers, the dog stopped and leaned forward, sniffing the air cautiously. Its eyes darted back and forth, not sure what to do.

Smiling, the man reached into his pocket and offered it to the dog again. He had counted on this.

In his hand was a treat. Sniffing the air, the dog began walking toward the man again.

Contact would most certainly be made today.