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[jay]

Walking casually down the sidewalk, seemingly without a care in the world, anyone could have looked at the young man with his denim jacket and dark sunglasses and guessed he was just an average guy. And, he will always be the first to claim that he is. There's nothing overly special about him. Until you look at the funny contraption he has on his dog, who walked obediently directly at his side, not even stopping to sniff where other dogs would. Again, should he take off his sunglasses, you would notice the washed-out color in his eyes. Yes, the man so happily ambling down the street was blind.

Breathing in deeply, Jaimen McLean was sorely tempted by the tantalizing aroma emanating from the coffee shop. He paused for a half second before changing his mind and directing Molly, his black lab guide dog, into the shop. She took him nimbly to the counter where he ordered himself a large coffee with one sugar, two cream. Just the way he liked it. To be fair, he also ordered a plain croissant to share with Molly. After collecting his morning snack and paying the lovely-sounding lady at the cash, Jaimen followed Molly to an open table and sat down. "You really shouldn't let me come in these places, you know," he said teasingly to Molly as he fed her a piece of croissant. "We'll both get fat."

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[banshee]

Another lawsuit, another day, Anna Hutchings thought as she entered her favorite haunt. The woman at the counter greeted her by name, and started making her usual, a mocha latte with whipped cream and two shots. Anna payed and sat down with her coffee at a table. Out came the mist blue laptop, and a very moldy sandwich. Ew, how'd that get in there, she asked herself. She got up to go throw it away in the trash Not watching where she was going, she tripped over something large, dark, and hairy.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry!" Anna said to the man in the denim jacket who seemed to be the owner. She couldn't help thinking why is he wearing sunglasses inside? She smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt-suit, and looked down at the dog, hoping she hadn't hurt it.

[jay]

Jaimen took his own bite of the croissant and washed it down with a quick swig of coffee. He set his mug down and sort of let his mind wander off into it's own little world as he so often did. And, like he so often did, Jaimen found himself wondering what Molly looked like, what his mare looked like, what his boss and her little dog looked like. He had lost his sight when he was eight years old, so he did have some concept of how certain things looked.

Molly yelped loudly in surprise as someone tripped over her. The Lab got to her feet immediately and pressed herself protectively against Jaimen's legs with a soft growl. Needless to say, he had jumped quite a bit. "Easy, Molly," he crooned softly. "Easy girl. You're ok." He brought his head up at the sound of a voice. He turned as near to the direction of it as he could guess and offered a wry smile. "Don't sweat it, no harm done," he replied.