River and the Gas Man: The Original Story

The door went. I opened it to the gas man with a toolbox and a rushed hello. River slid in front of me without a sound. No hackles. No drama. Just a very clear: I’ve got this. She planted herself between us, head high, eyes locked, weight slightly forward. The

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