“Come on, Rip.” I knelt and started to unzip the sweatshirt that was sewn diagonally across my chest. I flicked a nervous glance at Claire, who watched with amused confusion as Ripley finally left her side and ran at me full speed. She leaped into the kangaroo pouch and situated herself as she’d done a hundred times before. I zipped her up as I came back to standing. “Stop. It’s too much.” Claire pressed a hand to her chest. I couldn’t tell if she was laughing at me or with me. I shrugged sheepishly. “I do what I can to keep her warm. She gets cold easily.” “I would love it too.” She flopped
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