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... not just a dog. She was a ball of fluff with teeth and an attitude. She was currently running circles around the ottoman, yapping at a dust mote that had offended her.
"Fifi, darling, compose yourself!" Aunt Margery boomed. She collapsed onto the sofa next to Ines, her purple traveling coat spreading out like a bruised plum. "The poor thing is traumatized. The carriage hit a rut near Hounslow and Fifi nearly fell off her velvet cushion and hit her cage. It was a tragedy."
Ines si ...
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