This was a birthday drabble for
who_is_smallAunt Dahlia set down her hat and gardening gloves, and flashed me a cheerful grin as she entered the house. “Seems the old boy has some life in him yet.” She gestured to the end of the sofa, where Augustus was sleeping, belly up, his tongue sticking slightly out of his gray whiskered mouth. She sat beside me and
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