"But it turns out that you had your own story, and I had mine. Our stories might have overlapped for a while-long enough that they even looked like the same story. But they were different."
"...she is still just a puppy, a little ball of white fur. And we run, she yips and wags her tail...Fluffernutter is tied to a leash, which is looped over a stick in the ground; it would take nothing at all for Fluffernutter to pull the stick out and come running after us, but she doesn't. She thinks she is more trapped than she actually is."
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