“Do you always have guests sitting on the floor?” I ask him when he walks up to me, handing him a bowl of scraps. “And could you take this out? For Twinkles.” “For who, now?” “The wolf dog I met this morning. I sent Ana a picture and she picked a name for him.” Koen crosses his arms, refusing the bowl. “What about a feral mutt covered in mud screamed Twinkles to her?” “I believe she decided that he’s Sparkles’s long-lost brother, and she’s committed to the theme. Elle, since Koen won’t, will you put this on the porch?” I smile at the girl, who looks like a very badass kindergarten teacher.
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