The Garage Christmas: A Father, a Son, and the Dog Who Stayed

Nelson song. I unwrapped a burger and held it out. Buster woke up, sniffed the air, and gently took it from my hand.

I ate mine watching the snow start to fall on the windshield. It was cramped. It was cheap. My back hurt.

But looking at my dog licking the grease off his lips, entirely content just to be by my side, I realized something.

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