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The Night They Met

There was not a single story that didn’t warm the cockles of my cold, dead heart. Each ending invariably drew from me a noise that I can only approximate by getting you, dear reader, to imagine whichever of these speaks to you the most: kittens hugging other kittens; puppy paws; small animals with large eyes blinking sleepily; rainbows; big dogs showing little dogs how to descend stairsMelbourne Review of Books