“New” was the first word I heard. My vision was blurry. The light was too bright but there was a shade in the middle. Someone or an animal was in front of me. “He’s new,” said a female voice with a hint of desperation. Sniff, sniff. “He’s new,” she said loudly, this time with exuberance. […]
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