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... l wagging behind him as he ran.

No. If it really existed, I think it would be shaking rapidly like a propeller. Beside him, a real beast jumped up and down to greet me.

-Human! Late! You're late, Nyan!

Pudding is definitely a cat, but sometimes it behaves like a puppy. Is this what you call a dog-cat?

I smiled and held Pudding in one arm. Then I stretched out my hand towards Ricdorian.

"Shall we hold hands?"

His blue eyes blinked wide, then smiled ...

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