“Kathy.” I strained to loosen sleep’s grip on my brain. I’m not a morning person like I used to be. “Kathy, you need to get up,” I heard The Mister saying. At the same time, my mind began to register something. A smell. Was it—? Oh no! “The dog got hit by a skunk,” he […]
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