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The character of Connor MacLeod belongs to DPP. This fanfiction is for entertainment only, there is no profit involved.
"Just hold the dog for me," the lady in the overdressed hat said. "I want to send the photo to my little boy at camp ... it's his new puppy, you see, since his papa passed away. I want to surprise him and make him eager to come home even though his daddy won't come back."
Connor held the dog ... and it wouldn't hold still and it wouldn't quit barking at everything that moved and it wouldn't quit licking his face! He finally locked a hand, fine boned and strong from gripping the handle of a sword, around its shaggy throat to contain it.
For a moment, feeling the happy wriggling and the racing heartbeat beneath his fingers, the 482 year old Scot remembered what it was like to be a boy ... with a puppy who had enormous feet and wouldn't hold still for the world
MacNairCDC
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Title supplied by the person who fru'd the picture on the board