Doll Crimes
Too steep down to reach.
The dogs were in a wooden box, shoved in the corner of the kitchen between the fridge and the back door. Leia was a large, brown, terrier type with stiff waves of wiry fur. She lay very still, spread out flat on a sour-smelling blue blanket. Her breaths were fast and shallow, her ribs pressing up against her skin in pulses. Her eyes were dull, glazed over. Her nose was dry. She flinched when I touched her, but that was all. She was scrawny as a dried-out prune with a heartbeat stuck in it, but her teats were fat and swollen. Plump beneath her thin skin, heavy against her bones. Like they were sapping all the strength out of her. I guess they were. The puppies were do
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