It had to be fate because somehow in that storm of unpleasant sounds and smells we found each other. We were face to face, eye to eye, assessing each other. I thought No, he looks too much like the dog I grew up with and I…
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It had to be fate because somehow in that storm of unpleasant sounds and smells we found each other. We were face to face, eye to eye, assessing each other. I thought No, he looks too much like the dog I grew up with and I…