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She had no children, or perhaps she had eaten them when they were young.
Will imagined Amanda getting ready for work in the mornings; shaving her chest, tucking her tail, slipping her cloven hooves into her dainty size-six pumps.
The way the homeless people went through your trash and yelled at you if there wasn’t anything good inside.
He could have called it a throne, but that was an embarrassing thought for a grown man to have about a little dog.
That was the American way, though. Spend a million dollars rescuing some kid who’s fallen down a well, but God forbid you spend a hundred bucks up front to cap the well so the kid never falls down it in the first place.
she dreamed about … whatever it was little dogs dreamed about. Cheese?
it’s incredibly difficult to write about an accomplished, smart woman without people hating her.
As a society, we’re wired to celebrate those characteristics in men, but we’re incredibly suspect, and critical, of women
