The Park, Saturday Morning

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Although Nathan's mind was still set on the letter he was writing Irene, Tether's needs had come to the forefront pretty obviously, and so Nathan found himself up in the early morning hours. The dog went about his business, sniffing at the roots of trees and bounding around the pond to take stock of the ducks.

Nathan, on the other hand, was still thinking. He stood thoughtfully in the grass, watching Tether, his long coat pulled tight around his frame. He almost missed snow.

He was just going to turn a blind eye to the dog digging a hole somewhere over there. Tether probably missed snow, too.

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