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They’re old, some born that way, some having grown into it properly.
“Sorry,” she repeats, even though she has generally disabused herself of the feminine habit of apology.
She’s never had a dog, but it seems that everyone thinks their dog is the sweetest until it bites someone’s face off.
The sun is no longer a visible orb, but a golden feeling in the sky.
