He puts his hands to his too-warm cheeks, trying to cool down a little. It shouldn't be a difficult question, but he's obviously trying to come up with the perfect answer to it. Ned has probably noticed by now that with Ginsberg, a question very rarely has a yes or no answer -- everything requires elaboration.
"I feel the same way about dogs that I feel about people," he finally says. "They're usually okay individually, but get them in a group and they become vicious and tear you limb from limb. Individual dogs, though? I'm fine with them. I've never had one, but not because I dislike them, just because there was never space for one."
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He puts his hands to his too-warm cheeks, trying to cool down a little. It shouldn't be a difficult question, but he's obviously trying to come up with the perfect answer to it. Ned has probably noticed by now that with Ginsberg, a question very rarely has a yes or no answer -- everything requires elaboration.
"I feel the same way about dogs that I feel about people," he finally says. "They're usually okay individually, but get them in a group and they become vicious and tear you limb from limb. Individual dogs, though? I'm fine with them. I've never had one, but not because I dislike them, just because there was never space for one."