Not so bad

Loulou ran through the snow.  He remembered his person.  Her scent was still present all over the island

The girls called him.  

They need him. 
They love him.  
He brought them the pigeon.  The older kissed his bloody nose.  The younger threw his ball. 
Human beings typically hated his presents but the girls, maybe they’d eat it properly. 
He licked the younger.  He licked the older.  Both had salty tears.  

He knew he’d sleep

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