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Fifteen minutes later I was home on my couch in my softest pajama pants and largest T-shirt as Mart heated up butternut squash soup, made croutons with butter and garlic, and ordered me to sit still with a glass of wine. Aslan had no trouble with this order and promptly helped me comply by sitting on my lap. Mayhem, slightly put out by our stubborn refusal to understand her need for elevated soft furnishing, settled for her orthopedic dog bed by the fireplace and immediately began to snore. For his part, Taco – the only male allowed tonight apparently – had decided that flat on his side by the kitchen island was a better place, lest a crumb or two fall to the floor.
I busied myself by scrolling through i********: and then taking a little bit of pride in the video Marcus shot of my int
