Raised My Mates
When I finally open my eyes to see the ruined ceiling paint, I turn around and find the dog from earlier on my side, who gives me a sorrowful grin as he growls at someone besides me.
"Calm down, I won't hurt her; she is, after all, under my care. Chamika, how are you?" The director inquires, his voice hoarse, from what I recall.
Did animal control try to catch him? Turning my head to get a closer look, the dog has a ketch and release pole. The director tries to speak again, but this time I hear a woman speak in his place. I move my hand, which feels like it has a hole burnt straight through it, and when I glance down, I see a hand cast.
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