Two weeks later...
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|| JOANNE LAKE ||
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It was six in the evening. I was on my bed, lying on my stomach. No no I wasn't sick, just super fed up of my stupid life.
Old Man lay beside me, his muzzle resting on the back of my neck while I did some shopping.
"Yo dumbass?" I patted his muzzle and he tried to snap his jaw at me.
"Bite me and I will make you run an hour everyday for three months."
That settled him down.
"This one or this one?" I showed him two dresses I was confused about buying.
I wasn't much of a dress person, mainly because I liked to sit with my legs in the air but these two were too pretty to be ignored.
P.S. most of my clothes got soiled in the break in.
He gave me a bark.
"Both? Okay."
I ordered both and was about to go look for chocolates when my pho
