Miss, while I respect your bravery and skill navigating the streets and this train all the while being blind, I have an awkward complaint. I'd greatly appreciate it if you keep your panting German Sheppard off of my feet. He seems comfortable and such a selfless beast deserves a rest. But at what cost? I would think my comfort would mean something. And obviously, I can't bring this up among judgmental passengers basking in your accomplishment. I have to own up to my silent resentment. So you've managed to compound my discomfort with sighted guilt. You really should be proud.
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