[ Carver watches Shaw for a long time, mulling that over and over in his mind. Turning it like a stone until it’s smooth to the touch. Of all the people here, he thinks Shaw reminds him the most of home. The way she moves, the way she explains things. It’s not only her name that’s a comfort. ]
He’s a good dog, [ Carver allows, after a while. ] I get that.
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He’s a good dog, [ Carver allows, after a while. ] I get that.