own home, tormented by a dog possessed by

was e

lly" tripped me on the stairs, send

e, of course,

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dog, a slight frown on his f

structive, he's growling at me, he uri

l, looking up at Mark with adoring eyes.

ou're exaggerating. He's

aid, my gaze fixed on Mark. "I wan

hung in

Divorce? Sarah, are yo

's about how you refuse to see what's

ay, let's not talk about divorce. We can

iner wouldn'

the seed. And I

the comforts of her new canine life, es

suppleme

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system wasn't meant to ha

a) devoured

hound started looking

y accidents in the yard. He started to

n't understand, he'

sly. "Are you giving hi

aid, all innocence.

ant stomach upset, the bloating. Her new vess

, pretending to read, while Mark

whining, paw

at is it, boy? Are yo

s and low growls, a strange,

know. The anniversary is coming soon. We

od ran

Mark' s hand towards a framed

amily fortune. It will all be o

the dog. He was

ia was r

derstand he

m plan, hit me. It wasn't just about reunitin

her' s

me solidified into a

uld get