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  • J.S. Eli
    Published about a month ago
    Going...home?

    Going...home?

    I wake to find Zando curled up next to me in bed, scruffy tail resting on his nose. Shivering, I pull my sleeping bag tighter around me and huddle into his fur, willing myself to forget the greater significance of the chill that sinks into my core.