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“Oh, Cleo, come here!” Annie says as the dog races to her, leaping into her grasp and licking the mulch on her arms. This is better, Annie thinks, a dog who loves me, a dog who’s happy to see me, better than those girls and their stupid lipstick, better any day of the week.
“Because we embrace our scars more than our healing,” Lorraine said. “We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?
Love comes when you least expect it. Love comes when you most need it. Love comes when you are ready to receive it or can no longer deny it.
