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“That’s your dog,” I say, my fingers pressed against my temple as the puppy whines in the back seat. The boys fuss over him, fighting over names.
“We are going to call him Lucky,” says Alvin.
“No. Slug!,” says Ian, laughing.
“You are not naming him Slug,” I say, angry, twisting to glare at the boys. “He has to live his whole life with that name.”
“If it’s my dog,” Victor says, smirking, “Then why do you care?”
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