No Permanent Name by June Hunter

It was quiet over the road after the little dog disappeared. I was sad the poor thing was gone and hoped nothing bad had happened to it; but I was delighted the noise had stopped. I knew they thought it was me who took it, but they should never have gone away and left it...

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June Hunter
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