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Thaddeus' POV The owner of the pound, who said his name was Elliot to Trinity, grabbed two chained leashes and stood outside the cage door. His face was priceless as he saw two of his worst tenants purring like kittens. I rubbed my face on Trinity's thigh again for good measure while he coughed into his fist. "Here are their leashes," he spoke gruffly as he held onto a clipboard. Trinity glanced down at the leashes and back at us but didn't argue. Both loops slipped on our heads with ease while we didn't complain. Hell, if she wanted me collard, I'd let her. Theon snuffed out his nose as he shook his large head. Theon had no room to talk. He was as much of a horn ball as I was; he just uses logic more than his d**k. Trinity followed behind the old man and into the office. Elliot wave
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