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Gozer spots your hand on the gate. You’re the one who welcomes him, feeds him, spoils him rotten with goodies, snaps his picture. You are his friend.
An open garbage bag he’d found earlier on the roadside contained such treasures; he’s saved the best for you. The scuffed dime twinkles between his white paws as you close the gate behind you. He should wait until you’ve put down your shopping bags, weighted with tins, but he’s too excited to be patient.
Waltzing across the grass, dime held between his teeth, he drops it at your feet and welcomes you home.