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Finally Him?
The woman on the other end laughed softly. “I think I might. There’s a dog that looks just like the one on your posters sleeping on my front porch right now. He has a red collar with a silver tag, just like you described.” Mark leaped to his feet, hardly daring to believe it. “Really? Oh my gosh, that has to be him! Can you give me your address? I’ll be right there!”. The drive to the woman’s house seemed to take an eternity, but at last, Mark pulled up in front of a cozy-looking bungalow.
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