Pacing back and forth, back and forth.
Anxiety dripped from every pour
and an imperceptible growl
erupted from a face on the verge of a snarl.
The entire room stopped,
all eyes drawn to the restless figure.
Until a lone voice broke the silence,
“For God sake, would someone please let the dog out."
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