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Into The Ditch


She opened the unlocked front door expectantly but no one greeted her: the bitches were out with her father. Carolyn dropped her pack by the door and elevated her nose slightly. Steamy peanut butter aroma met her, and she sniffed.


Read the story at the link below, pp. 40-51.