Dally laughed bitterly, "We're all feelin' pretty crappy right about now," he said, shaking his head. Dally's head darted to his left, "Johnny... you hear that?" Johnny sat up, wincing a bit. He could hear footsteps and the crunching of leaves beneath someone's feet. "Someone's coming," Johnny whispered, a bit nervously, "Is it Jealousy again?" Spoiler
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate. — Sigmund Freud
