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The damn thing actually seemed to have a conscience when my mom stepped in to reprimand him. I think I actually saw a tear or two slide down his furry cheek. My mom's a tough cookie, though, and she didn't buy his histrionics. She warned him that if she caught wind of one more episode of alcoholic, druggie, or suicidal behaviour, she'd send him packing. He really seemed scared for the first time since I'd brought him home a mere 36 hours before. Neither of us could have guessed what would come next. |
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