Then he had gone away. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. She reloaded.
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