She carried the kibble out of the apartment, set it down
on the steps, shut, locked, and made sure the basement apartment door was locked.
Picked up the half-full bag of dried dog kibble, adjusted
to the weight, ran up the steps, around the house, and to the car.
She opened the trunk and put the kibble inside, on top of
Harvey's blanket and the food dish and water dish. She
paused. She didn't know why. She did know why. Dog Mom Sloan
was trying to dominate Get Her Ass Out of Dodge Sloan. But really, what, she
thought that shit would balance on the backseat, fast as she'd be
driving?
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