A Sleepless Night
Once again, John stayed up late, keeping a close eye on Max’s every move. Coffee in hand, he sat quietly in the living room, watching the curious dog intently.
Max seemed especially alert around midnight, pacing back and forth and occasionally sniffing the air. “What is it, buddy?” John whispered softly, hoping for some clue.
But Max gave no answers, only his unwavering vigilance.
The hours dragged on slowly, the night stretching endlessly with each minute filled with unanswered questions.
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