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Harlowe enjoyed reading, and he enjoyed reading aloud—often when he was certain he was alone, he would begin mouthing the words, working himself up to a whisper and then to normal talking volume, though he never dared to shout the words or speak them louder than he needed to. Harlowe was a naturally quiet canine, and he had never shouted in his life, really. Rio seemed excited at the prospect of sharing a story with him, and Harlowe didn't find the idea too disagreeable—he was rather interested to think of what Rio thought of the story he had just finished. It was by a human who had been very famous—Mark Twain was his name, and Harlowe now understood a few references more recent authors had made in the spirit of this man's works.
[assume the story is here? XD]
The tawny-shaded wolf smiled as he finished the story, his jade-colored eyes looking to his sister to find her reaction on it. Harlowe thought it was particularly amusing that the old man had gone off on such an irrelevant tangent, and he thought it even more amusing that the stranger had been able to trick the gambling fool in the story. The chocolate-tipped wolf looked up at his sister inquisitively, prompting for her reaction to the story.
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