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There's still blood in that old dog, red and thick, pumping black upon the earth. still faith beneath the warding snarl. still devotion. coal black in the sunken snow, soon to find rest in the soil.
"No, the hotel I keep for Agatha. We were happy here, for a little while."
By Cameron Hodge4.1
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There's still blood in that old dog, red and thick, pumping black upon the earth. still faith beneath the warding snarl. still devotion. coal black in the sunken snow, soon to find rest in the soil.
"No, the hotel I keep for Agatha. We were happy here, for a little while."