The Fruity Dog
After a long, humid day, the sun changed into a fiery orange ball. I had slipped out to the deck to escape the heat of the house and my wife’s club friends. Their voices blended together like a murder of crows. I was engrossed in one of my crime novels when I heard the squeal of the patio door…
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