They were angry at me.
It was a walk like any other. The sky was the color of pale things, snow things, and our breath was frost in the air. You shivered.
The Talls opened and shut the door loudly, when we came back. They glared at me. They wrapped you up in a blanket. I wished they would wrap me up in a blanket too, with you.
They didn't.
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All Light That Does Not Waver: A Dog's Story
General FictionIt is our best friends that are fated to watch us flare, like suns, and fade.
