He lit up. He was no longer lost. Suddenly everything was his... "Quit moving my table. What are you doing on my bed?"
The dogs showed the excitement that i was internalizing. They hadn't seen pop in almost six months. They licked his face. He let them.
Welcome home, pop.
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Yay! So glad!
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