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Joanne burped unsophisticatedly and tossed the bottle aside. Wolverine was quick to pick it up and put it in the bin; something that Rodney had taught him because she knew how messy her kid could be while she was a cleanliness freak.
"Old Man, should we go get ice cream?" She asked.
Wolverine yapped happily, wagging his tail. He loved his ice cream.
"Later." Joanne sighed.
If dogs could narrow their eyes in annoyance, Wolverine would have definitely done it. His mom was so lazy that she procrastinated even getting ice cream.
The doorbell rang.
Joanne threw her head back to get a look at the security cam. She expected to see Trevor again. He had come in the morning with breakfast and snacks and her medication, and in the noon with lunch. But she was
