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…e I’m sleeping next to a sweaty St. Bernard. His breath smells like broken dreams and Jagermeister. But Hank smells like sweet security and hope — and a bit like sandalwood sleep spray.
Sarah Paris
Kerala Taylor
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I bet Hank doesn’t snore, either! 😜
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