The Thing at the End of the Leash
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Fantasy


SC Bryce

When the doorbell rang at 7:30 on a Saturday morning, I knew immediately who it was. I cursed, fumbled into my frilly bathrobe, and stumbled to the door where Tino sat, wiggling his entire backside in excitement. He gave a deep, stifled bark and a little gurgle of impatience.

"Emily," I said, pushing Tino out of the way and opening the door.


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