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... ad brought them back to where they'd lived before, where the air was always slightly stale and smelled just a little bit foul. He'd forgiven him when he was given a shoulder ride in the warm sunlight, and now he'd just finished being served a decently sized fish.
A small human-servant had devoted herself to applying a slicker brush to his fun, and his primary human-servant was scratching his ruff. The world was as it should be.
"I can't believe he ate that entire bowl of tuna," R ...
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