[ Bastien twists his head around to locate her, too, and he can't be disappointed or irritated, because look at her. She's so cute. She's the best dog in the world. So he lets that swell of want recede for now, he laughs, he pulls Byerly's hand up off his belly after all, he kisses his knuckles, he says, ] Yes, [ and he starts the laborious and wriggly and wobbly process of getting onto his feet. ]
You hear, Whiskey? We will die for you. We will... Shirts.
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You hear, Whiskey? We will die for you. We will... Shirts.
[ Where are they. ]