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Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know or Home At Last
“You’re right, Sissy. It’s beautiful.” “I told you. Shiloh. Sit, boy. Good dog!” “Everything here is just exactly as Grandma described, isn’t it?” Tully caught a snowflake on his mittened hand and marveled that the designs were even more intricate now that they were here. “Her home is exactly what she dreamed of having.” Sissy …[ read more ]