Dammmmmn. Even the dog's giving her the stink eye.
He did not notice, every day, as I did, the blind gaze of the old dog in its basket in the library, who lifted its head when it heard my footstep, the footstep of a woman, and sniffing the air drooped its head again, because I was not the one she sought.
— Feb 23, 2026 12:56PM
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