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Picking The Perfect Prize
Goose bumps run like rapid along my back as I open the door in excitement for the sight of small floppy puppies.
The small yelps come shooting from every corner through the air like bullets, rickashaying through the room.
The fog on the glass from tiny paws disappears quickly as they scurry around the cage in search for my devotion.
I think I found the one, her nose damp, wisps on the glass leaving streaks as she is drawn out of her cage in pursuit for my arms.
She slides quickly like a fish in water as she scampers across the floor.
The smell of puppy breath...