"Ow! Hey, those are my fingers," Katie says, pulling her hand away from the dog's mouth.
"This is how hard she bit me," she says, taking my reluctant hand and gnawing on my knuckles with slightly more pressure than a teething baby.
Later, as I write this, I consider that we really aren't interacting with a lot of people besides each other.
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One year ago: Misread
Two years ago: Putting the "Fun" in Fundraising
Three years ago: Sick
Four years ago: Memories and Grudges
Five years ago: But Really, What Do I Know?
Ten years ago: Fragments
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