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“I decided to let Longganisa ride with us, both to cheer us up and to make up for having her shut in my room all night. We completed the short drive in silence, Joy stroking Longganisa's short fur and hugging the little chonk against herself.”

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Book:Homicide and Halo-Halo
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Homicide and Halo-Halo

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