I have another fear. One I seldom think about. In fact, I try hard not to think about it. I even pretend it doesn’t exist. It’s the fear that there’s something missing in my life.
...My dog and I were walking down the sidewalk as usual, her out in front leading the way, me working a little bit to keep up. Except for occasional times when she decided she just had to stop and sniff a fragrant tree, check out a suspicious walkway, or observe a patch of interesting grass, …
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