Animals know. They know how a soul is stitched together. They know what it’s made of before anyone else gets a clue. Dog doesn’t take a shine to someone, it’s a good idea to show that person the wrong side of your front door.
She snatches up Effie’s hand, wedges her cousin’s arm between her knees, bends that middle finger back, back, back. The crystal vase on the table considers shattering under the pressure of Effie’s squeal.
Girl fight 😀
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