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in my throat.
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in my throat.
“Baxter?” I called softly.
The scratching stopped, but only for a second. Then he let out a single sharp bark — the kind he only used when something was wrong. I remembered it from the time he had found an injured rabbit. And again, when Lily fell from her bike and scraped her knees.
The scratching stopped,
but only for a second.
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