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“Rio!” I barely had time to pull the doors open when a blur of golden fur came barreling into the room, yapping about. My corgi skidded to a stop right at my feet, tail wagging furiously as she barked up at me happily. “Aww.” I cooed softly as I crouched down and scooped her into my arms. She wriggled and licked at my face, whining like she knew I’d been gone too long. “Hi, baby,” I whispered into her fur, holding her close to my chest. The smell of dog shampoo and that faint earthy scent only Rio had—hit me. Taking me back to those early days when she’d come into my life. “I missed you so much.” “She’s been moping without you,” Isabel laughed from her place on the bed, right next to Jazz. “Can you blame her? Rio has never had to be away from Lena for this long.” Jazz shook her head wit
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