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Marshi was still sulking like a giant, fluffy cloud of guilt. His head was lowered, his tail drooping, those big golden eyes shimmering with regret. I crouched down, patting his massive head like I was consoling a toddler who had just dropped his candy.
"There, there, Marshi. It’s okay," I murmured, scratching under his chin. "It’s just a dress, not the end of the world."
(Though, if Papa finds out, it might be the end of the world. For me. Not for Marshi. Because it’s har ...
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