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Why would I ride Greyhound from New York to Baltimore to spend a month away from the one I love, my adopted hometown, and the warmest circle of friends west of the Mississippi? The answer is Barly, the doe-eyed doggie with a nose bigger than mine. One look at him and you'll know why I'm risking it all for this magical chance. In the old days we used to serenade each other before I'd leave for work, and only he understands what it's like to have too-long legs. Oh, Barly, why won't society recognize our love? One day we'll press leaves in our wedding album, gaze out the window at Vermont... |