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…ont door, waiting to go out and pee. Finally, the rain stopped falling, and Alice put his leash on. As they took the forest path, Rusty stopped constantly to sniff the petrichor, the earthy scent which accompanies the rain after a long warm dry spell.
Henry Dougal
Zatanna Dark
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