8.04.2017
August 3, 2017
White Dog smiled at Zsofia who was curled up behind my office chair, essentially trapping me against my desk. "She still sometimes looks like the goofy little pup that you placed in my charge so long go...and yet, she has come so far."
now
and then.
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