Bitch, by contrast, looked to be in better shape than anyone present, physically.
Oh, physically, sure.
Gonna take her some time to get over the deaths of her doggos, though.
She stared at the ground, hands jammed in the pockets of mud-caked, soaking wet jeans. Her hair was wet, pulled straight back and away from her face. A hard plastic dog mask was raised so it sat on top of her head, cord dangling. She was intact. Physically.
Yeah. Physically.
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