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In his sleep, Topher was having one of his many nightmares. He held tighter onto Zeke’s fur as his father filled his dreams yet again. Shivering in his sleep, Topher pressed his head against the wolf in front of him, sniffling lightly and trembling in fear.
After a few seconds more, the dream woke him up when his dad suddenly pushed him down the stairs, the fall making him jolt up, his eyes wide to look around but he wasn’t in his house….he was still inside of the warm tent. Blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness, Topher noticed amber eyes looking at him and he instantly whispered.
“Zeke? You’re awake?” Topher asked in a very low and shaky tone of voice.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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