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Wednesday, Winnie’s second day at the Animal Adoption Center, and just two days away from the Valentine’s Weekend Adopt-a-thon.
Irma introduced Winnie to one of her wizards in the back offices.
“This is Nessa.” A woman in her early thirties smiled over at Winnie from where she sat behind a computer. She had light brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore one of the Center’s sweatshirts, this one in light gray. Winnie could see the woman’s bloodshot blue eyes looking out at her from behind her large round glasses.
“How long have you been here?” Irma asked her.
Nessa glanced at the clock. “Since seven. But I got another thirty pictures entered.” She made a fist into the air and croaked, “Woo-hoo!”
“Nessa writes up all the animal profiles for our website,” Irma explained. “We g
