Excerpts from The Molliad
Every time she walked away, across the inner courtyard headed to her job at a bar, she turned and waved up at her window above us. "It's, OK, Molly! It's OK, girl, I'll be back soon!" For hours during the absence of her human mommy (and her mommy's scruffy male companion), canine girl Molly Beagle cried aloud, pitifully.
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