over his eye.
“His name was Buster,” I said, my voice getting a little rougher than I intended. “I was broke when he got sick. I couldn’t afford the meds he needed at the end. I had to watch him hurt because I was short on cash.” I looked Arthur in the eye. “I carry that around every day. Don’t make me carry your dog’s pain too.”
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