I knew the next chapter of my life would officially begin in River Canyon the moment I crossed town lines. It was a feeling I didn’t even necessarily want—because, let’s be real, it was a little too quaint and pedigree for a mutt like me—but there it was, warm and comfortable, building up from somewhere deep in my gut. It was so different from what I was used to and where I’d been. Every lawn we passed was mowed to perfection, and every bush was trimmed and meticulously shaped. There wasn’t a piece of trash in sight, and all the lamp posts looked to be straight from one of those Norman
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