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I lean forward between the front seats and all three of us watch in a kind of hushed silence as he stumbles to his feet and races across the street. His mom tries to run toward him, but after a couple of steps she starts crying so hard that she has to just stand there with her arms out until his skinny body collides with hers.
Pretty Dogs (Dirty Strays, #2)
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