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On the left, Domino is snoozing the morning away while Inkblot ponders his options. After I took this picture I hopped in the shower, and when I got out Domino was gone and Inkblot had buried himself under the blankets. What happened in between? Is that a guilty look on his face? As with Schrödinger’s cat, no human will ever know.
