it was late-the night was cold. and there she was running barefoot threw the streets shouting his name. her heart desperately trying to find him---her love. he had gone, run off without a bit of warning or any signal of good bye. how could he do this, just leave her, and their home behind, without ever looking back. She pauses for a moment, listening carefully into the distance, straining to hear any sigh of him...none. She call out his name, and begins once more to run in the most likely direction...but still the trail is cold, just as she is. Her mind begins to panic, she is torn between returning home to check on her sleeping baby- or continuing the search. When all hope seems lost she returns home, to find the baby safe in her grandmothers arms, and that stupid dog- no matter how much she loves him, she cant help but be mad. Running threw the streets with no coat and no shoes to find him....and the dam dog had beaten her back home.
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