{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","author_name":"EverythingSings (npub1cd…uer54)","author_url":"https://nostr.ae/npub1cdm4j9t78z5y80v2wvaywrdmrd9yg2etsw4rh5zh2scuwm22cjssquer54","provider_name":"njump","provider_url":"https://nostr.ae","html":"face. The warmth feels like forgiveness. He's not sure for what.\n\n\"I need to call you something,\" he says.\n\nThe dog looks up at him, water dripping from its chin.\n\nNames surface from the broken place in his memory. Max. Buddy. Charlie. They feel wrong, like clothes that don't fit. Those names belonged to other dogs, dogs from before, dogs he can't quite picture but knows he loved.\n\nThis dog needs its own name. Something that belongs to this"}