Sahil Dhaliwal

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I sink to the ground and place my hand on her forehead, stroking her soft fur. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes look up at me and I open myself to her completely, lay myself bare for her to see, and she does, and dies. All creatures know love. I stroke her for a long time.
Once There Were Wolves
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