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This is a never-ending day. Full of victory, yes.
But so tiring.
I wonder how Luther is doing at home.
Has he curled up in my closet, driven out of his mind by the scent?
Or is he in a cold shower, trying to get rid of my trace? Only to bounce back to my shampoo and body wash.
He could be a trembling incoherent mess on my bed, ruffling out my Egyptian sheets.
Hang on there, my puppy. I’ll come home to you as soon as I put a ...
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