Lost Everything, But This Dog Never Left My Side
People walk by us like we’re invisible. Some look, most don’t. A few drop coins, fewer still say a word. None of that bothers me much anymore. Because I’ve got Briscoe. He found me, not the other way around. Two winters ago, I was sleeping under a bridge near the train tracks, stomach empty, hands…
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