Wild trees
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“Where are you taking me, boy?” she murmured. Kate’s footsteps slowed as they approached a woodland area overgrown with weeds and wild trees. The dog stopped at the edge, sniffing the ground intently. Kate watched him, wondering what had captured his attention. The forest was filled with old benches, inviting Kate to sit down for a moment. She had been walking for a while, but the determined Boxer wouldn’t let her.
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