Dallas lifted his head and began yelping, which was more like his version of cry-singing. “She can’t be ours. I know what you’re thinking, but she can’t be.” It was ridiculous how much my heart hurt saying that. Dallas clearly felt the same, because he groaned in disapproval. “Lift your head, I need to check her stomach and back.” He didn’t budge. So stubborn. “I’m getting worried at how quickly you’ve become attached to her.” Maybe he saw her a time or two while I’d watched her on the security cameras and recognized her, but I knew him. He was like me. Didn’t cozy up to people easily.
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