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He walked over to me, head

hanging down. He put his head right

beside me and looked out the corner

of his eyes as if checking to make

sure I saw how penitent he was.

“Right,” I said. “You haven’t

changed. You’d do it again as soon

as I turned my back.”

I finally finished picking up what

staples I could find, found my pliers

and fencing tool, and started back to

the fence. Cashmere followed me,

head still hanging. When I got to the

fence, I put my hammer in the bucket

with the other tools and put the

bucket between my feet to protect it.

Cashmere nudged me, and I laughed.

“All right. It’s hard to stay mad at

you. Go run and I’ll give you another

apple.”

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