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“Dog shivered on the edge of the curb, his brown coat sodden, raindrops drip-drip-dripping off his nose. The cruel cold gnawing on his bones, he stood transfixed, clinging to the splinter of hope like a hanged man clings to his final breath. He ached to escape this torment and continue his search, but instead, he waiting. Hoping.” — Steve N. Lee
Dog shivered on the edge of the curb, his brown coat sodden, raindrops drip-drip-dripping off his nose. The cruel cold gnawing on his bones, he stood transfixed, clinging to the splinter of hope like a hanged man clings to his final breath. He ached to escape this torment and continue his search, but instead, he waiting. Hoping.