Smith’s heart panicked as he looked at the limping dog, struggling to get to his lawn. Smith stumbled in the staircase, trying to reach his living room. “Dad, relax. I will feed her,” said Paul, his stubbornly-set adolescent jaw, softening for a minute. Smith leaned back, closing his eyes as his wife shouted from the bedroom. “I am sick of the stray dogs you feed, especially this limp one.” Smith crept into his study and opened his old dairy to glimpse at his ex. He remembered her dimples, her shy eyes and her limp as she hurried to meet him.
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