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trembling hand and touched his nose.
“Good boy . . .” I was trembling so
hard my voice quivered and didn’t
sound like my own. I stroked his
nose and tried again. “Good Cashm .
. .” Somehow Cashmere just seemed
too formal and stuffy, especially
when he was nuzzling me like I was
his best friend. “Good Cash,” I said,
abbreviating his name. My voice
sounded surer and more like my own.
As he continued to nuzzle me, my
courage started to return. He seemed
to enjoy me petting him, and I knew
he was begging for another apple. I
pulled one from my pocket, and he
took it and started munching it. I
petted him along his neck. He leaned
his head down so I could scratch his
ear.
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