Who’s a good boy? I coo, petting the soft, white puppy in my arms. After such a crap day at school, finding a stray dog really helped lift my mood. I was leaning on the fence, sweet talking to the puppy before I suddenly see the bushes being parted. My eyes widen as we lock gazes, and I stop petting the dog, my face slowly turning beet red. Why the hell was someone even all the way over here? U-Uh… Th-This isn’t what it looks like! I exclaim, my voice cracking out of embarrassment.
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