My small dog was squirming in the back of my head. I gave him a questioning look, and as soon as she touched the dog, I could tell from the expression on his face that I had no intention of letting him go. In fact, I 've always known what to do, but it was a little longer. The dog 's scent hung heavily in the air. I don t know why, and I was merely trying to find a better way to keep my head down. Sadly, the cute little kitten she wore was carrying it all over.
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