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I try to wave her off and sidestep Mrs. Morales. "Well, I can—"
But before I can finish, she shoves the leash into my hands and waddles right past me.
"Thank you, darling; I'll be right back," she says as she walks inside and into the elevator.
I look down at Trixie, feeling... duped. Romina only gives me an hour and a half to shop, and my time is already running out. I take out my phone to see how much time I have left.
Shit.
I return my gaze to the lobby, hoping to see Mrs. Morales, but it is empty.
What is it that is taking her so long? Maybe I'll just tie Trixie to a post and apologize to Mrs. Morales later.
Trixie begins to pull away from me, as if she can read my mind and knows I'm trying to get rid of her. Given her size and strength in comparison to mine, she easily wins the brief tug-of-war and the leash slips from my grasp
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