July 7th excerpt:
Dean anxiously grabbed his food and water, dragging the bottlecap into the shelter and putting down the sandwich remains, unable to chase away his thoughts.
“Was it the name?” Dean found himself calling out to the kitchen, his voice falling flat on dead air. “I won’t call you Stanley again! I just thought… maybe…” His voice cut off as it trembled from emotion as he realized he might have ruined his one chance.
He didn’t want to go back.

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