[ oh, it's him! it's the boy. of course, every man, even elderly, looks like a boy to ammy. she sits her rump down and fails to actually sit on the wagging tail behind her, when raleigh is close enough with that hand, she paws at it to shake on it with a lovely grin and throwing her head back some, as if ecstatic to play. or, well. do something.
her panting clearly looks like she wants to answer, or is answering. by foot, dear boy! how else could one move from one place to the next? ]
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her panting clearly looks like she wants to answer, or is answering. by foot, dear boy! how else could one move from one place to the next? ]