"His eyes met hers. He looked scared, lost, like an abandoned puppy." (What did I always say about him being a darling puppy?) And it was over the following couple of pages that I shed some honest-to-god tears over what we were told next. (But then there's Uncle Mort and you can't really stay too mushy for too long, and that's a good thing, I guess.)
— Sep 15, 2013 09:07AM
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