The Paw Against the Glass
The first time I noticed him, I thought I was imagining it.
It was early—too early—when the world still felt half-asleep and colorless. The porch light buzzed faintly above the door, throwing a pale glow across the glass.
And there he was.
A pit bull.
Sitting perfectly still on my front porch like he belonged …
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