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Peter stroked Harper. He still wondered what happened earlier but was glad she seemed herself again. |
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She panted happily, glad she was being petted. |
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She panted happily, glad she was being petted. |
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Stroking her relaxed Peter a little too although the incision in his arm was still troubling him more than the break itself. |
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She turned and walked back down the hallway to Jules, pulling on her shirt. Jules looked down at her, "Harper it's-" she looked at the clock "-2am" Harper whined and Jules got up, she mumbled and followed her down the hall. |
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Peter had left Barney in his room since he hadn't known that Harper would be calmer, so he felt quite lonely when the German Shepherd walked away. He didn't expect her to wake Jules. |
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Harper barked when they both walked into the kitchen, Jules was still half a sleep, leaning on the hallway door she yawned. |
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"Hey" Peter said softly, surprised to see Jules up. |
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"Hey" she smiled, Harper sat by her side. |
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"Why are you up so late, or should that be early?" Peter asked |
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Chilly and Clear with Dropping Temps
