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[isdisarming]

Winston was the only thing she had ever found hard to leave.  He had been her constant companion for months, the only ears that were around to hear her.  He never complained when she bitched about homework, and he never pulled away from her even when she yelled at him for chewing on one of her favorite shirts she left laying on the ground.  He

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[oncemyrddin]

There is a note on her passenger side seat, scratched out on mottled paper, that still carries the faint odor of fresh ink.

When in the city, if ever you have need of a friend, find a quiet street and seek my door. It will show itself to you. You will know it by the bird on the handle, a merlin.
~M