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Max the bulldog started to rise. Charlie waited at the door and willed strength into his bowed legs. They shook and wobbled beneath him until he was up, a Zeppelin on toothpicks. “That’s it, Maxie baby.” Max looked proud and sheepish as Charlie pulled on her boots, signalling it was time for his walk. [private]Come […]
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