Dana stood in front of her kitchen window, watching Peaches and Cream play in the backyard.
The golden retrievers were litter mates that she and the twins had been given as puppies by her parents.
The day before her was full of cooking and writing. She had a deadline and she was glad that if she missed it she wouldn’t actually end up dead. She might wish she was, though.
As always, thank you for reading,
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