That same day, she adopted a small black cocker spaniel and a four-year-old. Back home, dread seized her: nothing to feed them, no bed for the boy. Unprepared.
She’d been impulsive, and regretted that the adoption process didn’t protect her better from herself.
They lived happily ever after.
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