My Food Is Speaking To Me
“Tell me I’m sane,” I said.
There was a pause on the other end. And then he finally spoke.
“I refuse.”
I sighed. “Freddy, come on.”
“Give me some context, then.”
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The Purple Dust Mine
Do you see him? Right there, between Mig and John? As if he’s part of the crew?
Nico drove up to the mouth of the cave. He got out of the truck and walked around to the other side. Normally, the young retriever would have hopped out of the open door in a rush. But Ruby lay there, still sleeping.
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