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A Story by ben
The pain felt comes in jagged pieces of mom being knocked
to the floor all the while she is kicking and screaming to be let go until she has
no ..
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A Story by ben
The soulful moan of a lone horn
has him walking over to the backpack, and after hoisting it upon his shoulders,
sees that Izzo has that look as she ..
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A Story by ben
With this weighing heavy on his mind, his focus centers on the dog’s physical wounds that has him taking out his medical kit. Packed with love a..
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A Story by ben
All they can do
is wait for the cowering dog to come around to the cup of water.
Resting on
their knees, time is needed here as the wounds suffer..
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A Story by ben
After a while
of idling his time away of not doing much of anything, he stops poking at the
fire and puts away his bedding.
Turning back to
the..
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A Story by ben
The morning dew
permeates to where the level of discomfort is enough to bring him out of sleep.
Behind shuttered eyes, like he has done a thousand t..
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A Story by ben
With his arms full in walking up to the fire, Lilly’s eager
look has him saying to her, “Hope you are hungry.” A sheepish grin esca..
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A Story by ben
“You got a name.”
She looks to the ground before she looks up to his face and
says, “It has been a while since anyone has asked ..
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A Story by ben
The soulful moan of a lone horn
has him walking over to the backpack, and after hoisting it upon his shoulders,
sees that Izzo has that look as she ..
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A Story by ben
The soulful moan of a lone horn has him walking over to the backpack and after hoisting it upon his shoulders, sees that Izzo has that look in her eye..
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