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“Hey, buddy,” Eli said softly, crouching down. “I saved you some.”
The dog crept forward, sniffed the sandwich, then gulped it down in seconds.
When the dog finished eating, Eli poured water into the wax paper and slid it over.
“Don’t forget to hydrate,” he said.
I stood there frozen, hand over my mouth. I don’t know how long I watched, but something inside me cracked open.
That night, I didn’t say anything. I just packed a little extra in his lunchbox: another sandwich, an apple, and a small jar of honey I’d tucked away for emergencies.
The next morning, he opened the box and looked at me.
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