Martin and Me

Thomas Healy

It seems now like a different me, the years I spent with Martin, a Dobermann dog, and before he came, another me; it is a new me now, once again, writing this. I would have been dead long ago had I continued to live the way I had before he came. I think someone would have murdered me, given how I dr…


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