Zig zag
The dog ignored her voice, as if he were in a trance. Bruno barked sharply, then lowered his head to sniff furiously around the sand, circling, nose to the ground, ears taut and focused. Judy scanned the beach, still deserted, the waves crashing softly in the background. Yet her dog seemed convinced something was there. He paced back and forth, restless, almost frantic. It wasn’t like him at all, and the sight unsettled her more with each moment.
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