“Unraveling the Secrets of ‘Traditions of a Mutt’: What Your Dog’s Mixed Breed Can Teach You About Love and Loyalty”
Can you all leave now so I can eat my cereal? I didn’t talk much as a kid. Saying less meant I was more likely to be left alone. Mornings like this felt like an invasion. There was a garden hose splayed out beside Hudson. That would do the trick. It would help with the smell, too. I finally found myself at the kitchen table with the cereal I had to battle to get to. I was alone at the table, my pale reflection in the bay windows looking back at me.
Now, as an adult, I find myself inspecting my face in the bathroom mirror. Whose nose is this? What would I look like with brown eyes?
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