”I have great faith in fools — self-confidence my friends call it.” Edgar Allen Poe
The wet snores of the dog at his feet bounced about the room - from ceiling to floor, from wall to wall, from door to window. The rasping fits and spurts brought a degree of comfort. That at least, for a time, as the night aged, nothing terrible was pending - no bumps in the night, no monsters under the bed, no midnight knocks at the door. All is well when the dog snores.
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