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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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