The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

gray.”

That’s what I told myself while the last cars pulled away and the sun slid down behind the maple trees, turning the driveway gold.

But kindness—real kindness—doesn’t always come with a bow on it.

Sometimes it comes back the next morning with a hard question in its mouth:

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