The soft cries of gulls washed quietly across the room, drawn down into the sea breeze softened woven rug on the doorstep where Bobbins, the marmalade tabby who had adopted the Berkin's porch sat quietly sunning himself on the warm stones. The bell, afixed by careful hands at the apex of the door sat delicately silent but alert, its edge gleaming
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But please..keep it up! I want to read more, it truly is a treat!
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