Driving home from Phu Nhuan, I was stuck in traffic behind a small motorbike with a very large basket full of medium sized and, what seemed to be, sedated dogs. They were layered on top of each other so tightly wound that at first glance I thought it was just old dirty laundry. But after sitting for a moment, I noticed some open eyes and panting tongues - it was very disturbing and continues to haunt me as I write this almost two months later.
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