4. Blade

BLADE

Soft.

Water.

Good boy.

The pain was always too much but now everything was too much.

The sand hurt.

My paws hurt.

Scents were too strong.

They were always wrong but now they were new.

New wasn’t wrong.

New was sweet.

New was mine.

Yes.

My mate.

Mine.

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