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Lights on in their cottage. Don’t see anyone moving. Folks outta be snoozing at this hour. I would be if I weren’t too old and too cranky to
sleep. Besides, the damn dog’s bladder is smaller than a walnut shell. This rain isn’t fit for man or beast, but it suits us. The two of us
must look like drowned rodents. Their daughter’s come visiting again. She’ll be leaving soon. That’s what they do. Swoop in, enjoy a few
meals, and brighten up the place with holiday decorations. Then poof, they’re gone. And we go back to making do.
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