The Lodger

Roger turned over the earth with practiced ease, before carefully placing another canine companion in its grave.

The garden was full of them; tiny little indentations where the bodies had decomposed and the earth had backfilled.

He had loved every one of them; he just never knew how to keep them alive.

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