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“Are you dog fearing?” Bob asked, setting down his sandwich and looking at me with startling blue-gray eyes. “Dog fearing?” I shook my head, not understanding. “Yeah, you know. Dog fearing…” he repeated. My friend Alice put her hand on my arm, “That’s his way of asking if you are God fearing…if you, you know? Believe in God.” It was the summer after high school, I was on a cross-country road trip with my best friend and two of her family’s friends. We’d spent nearly two days