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He took off for another lap around
the pasture and came panting up to
me. He nuzzled me, his heavy breath
blasting my face.
“Wow! What have you been
eating, a dead skunk?”
Still, I pulled the broken apple
from my pocket. “You think you
should get this just because you did a
run? I didn’t tell you to run. You did
that on your own.”
He nuzzled me as if to tell me to
quit teasing and give him the apple. I
held it out in the palm of my hand,
and he carefully pulled it into his
mouth.
I rubbed my hand along his back
and shoulders. “I do have to admit
that I like to see you run. But I don’t
get anything done when I’m just
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