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Bleeding and Dirty

Maddox

I walk ahead of the stretcher carrying Isla and try not to pull my fur out. If I had thumbs, I might’ve already pulled out enough fur around my forehead that I’d look bald.

Images of a wolf with a receding hairline come to mind, and I almost laugh. But nothing is that funny right now.

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