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Faith In Fiction | The Lost Dog
It was a dark and stormy night. No, not really. It was a dusky, winter evening in a small suburb of San Diego with a rare rainfall hitting against the roof and a gentle hint of thunder in the distance.
It was a dark and stormy night. No, not really. It was a dusky, winter evening in a small suburb of San Diego with a rare rainfall hitting against the roof and a gentle hint of thunder in the distance.