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and Biscuit’s muffled barking at something in his dream, that morning belonged entirely to me.
Gloria called in the afternoon. How’d it go, she asked.
He called, I said.
And?
He sounded like a man who’d forgotten he didn’t own the ground he was standing on.
She made a sound that might have been a laugh. Get some rest this week, she said. We’ve got paperwork continue reading …
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