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didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull back. He did the one thing you are never, ever supposed to do with an aggressive dog.
He leaned forward, exposing his throat, and extended a scarred, trembling hand into the gap.
“Dad!” Caleb hissed, his hand moving to his weapon.
“Hush,” Luke murmured, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “Come here, soldier. Report continue reading …
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