Mercy Baron 9:30 p.m., July 29
1:43 a.m. I wake up. My dog is pacing, wants out. She's standing with her head cocked, listening at the open window. I listen too. There is splashing coming from the back yard. I feel in the dark for my flip-flops with my bare feet, connect. Rush downstairs, careful to ...
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