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The shelter’s dimmest wing housed the difficult-to-train dogs. Rusted chain-link kennels lined the walls, cramped, cold, with metal bowls scattered on the concrete floors. Flecks of old paint clung to the bars, chipped and worn. Kieran walked slowly, his facial expression marked by quiet determination. He stopped next to the kennel of an American Pit Bull Terrier, studying the dog’s tense body. “This could be the one.” He whispered to himself, a hint of hope in his voice.
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1DarwinTaWogger
05/07/2024