I ran out of the orphanage at 4:17 in the morning with three pairs of socks, a flashlight with dying batteries, a half-empty water bottle, a crumpled road map from the kitchen wall, and Shadow.
Shadow was not supposed to come with me. He was a resident of the orphanage, just like I was, assigned to the backyard, assigned to the job of keeping the rats away from the compost pile, assigned to existing in a space that was neither inside the house nor outside it, the way all the best things in my life had been assigned. But at 4:17, when I kicked open the rusted back gate and started...
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