She wasn’t my dog, the boxer with a coat the colour of fox fur, leaping and shivering with pleasure. She wasn’t even my aunt’s. Away from home, I was only four, with my aunt and her current suitor on a jaunt to the Essex coast for four days. I was just a pawn, a red […]
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