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you had a dangerous dog.”
Luke smiled—a real smile, one that reached his eyes and showed teeth.
“He’s not crazy, son. He’s a veteran. He’s just protecting his unit. That’s his job.”
The boy looked at the wheelchair, then at the dog, then at Luke. Understanding crossed his young face.
“Cool,” he muttered, picking up his skateboard. “Sorry about the noise,continue reading …
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