Monique

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The one under my arm moves its nostrils to my back and sniffs again. Realization hits and I choke out a tight, surreal laugh. “You smell Teine, don’t you?” I ask quietly.
Monique
ahahahahaha! the vest!!! They're sniffing her like my dogs sniffing me after I come home from visiting someone who also has another dog hahahahaha
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