Neural Pathways to Freedom

Here’s something I found lurking amidst my synapses.  A small dog given the slip out the back yard.  An unfit father chasing said dog across the estate.  A boy smirking because he hated that dog.  An angry father, red-faced, shouting. Those pesky neurons made me do it, the boy explained.

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