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Silver coat. gray hat. no notes. they call me Smoke. Weimaraner blood, garrison cap on tilt, shades that don't come off even in the house. chain stay cold. cig stay lit. I don't bark first. I exhale. used to run the backyard like it was a block. mailman learned my name the hard way