To the Shelter
Mark thanked the girl profusely and gave Biscuit one last pat before hurrying off towards the Sunnyvale Animal Rescue, his heart pounding with anticipation. When he arrived, he burst through the doors and approached the front desk, barely able to contain his excitement. “Hello,” he said to the woman behind the counter. “I think you might have my dog here. He’s been missing for weeks.” He told her looking anxiously.
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