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... ng my teeth against each other, thumbs kneading at my leash’s leather braid.
Mom. I’m sorry...
The leash belonged to her. The ruby and wound-brass charm, an inch from its end, belonged to her. Brumer belonged to her.
It still stung inside, where she released, mixing with Serica’s. In the moment, it burned, like transferring a hot cake pan barehanded. The shop was still empty, as I debated whether to unflip the lock and sign or just go.
I caught another tug from Se ...
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