"Writing was a spiritual exercise for my father, the only thing he really believed in. He wanted to get things right but never thought that his writing was going to have much effect on the course of things."
Howdy Doodle
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It was four summers ago—nearly five—that Margaret drove the six hours or so
to the Bay Area, to an animal shelter that specialized in small dogs,
espe...
4 hours ago
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