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Flynn
I enjoyed a couple days of peace and quiet. Slept later than usual. Drank a full pot of coffee before doing a single chore. Eating the last can of peaches from the dwindling winter stock set a grin in place that lasted the whole day.
Dog enjoyed the last of the bacon with me, l*****g his chops, and begging for more.
I let him have the grease, and hell, did I pay for that mistake. His rancid gas kept me up that night, but at least I laughed while grumbling at him.
We sat by the river, and I tossed rocks rather than pan or pay attention to the pole sitting alongside me. The fish I caught, I cooked over an open fire right there by the river. Dog enjoyed the fish guts while I basked in the sun, relaxed as hell and loving life.
A lone wolf came sniffing around, something I’d only
