Stone Circle there are shooting stars behind your eyes

She doesn’t realize how visible her thought process—even if they don’t know what’s going through her head—and it is the careful approach of the puppy that makes her take note. Green eyes search the little girl’s face as she sits down and greets her. Noma offers her a smile and a wag of her tail but her submissive posture doesn’t change. She doesn’t register Valette’s question as the puppy throws her off course, but she does ease up a little. The little girl looks healthy and happy and she struggles to fight the pinprick feeling behind her eyes. “Hi, Steph,” she says with a soft voice. The urge to give the girl a kiss or scoop her up in an embrace is hard to suppress but she stiffens a little, though her tail still wags, in the meantime.

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