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“Cormac smiled at her, but it was Finn who spoke. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "So, if I gave you some catnip would you act all weird and stoned?" "I don't know. If I throw a stick, will you fetch?" She smiled sweetly at Cormac's cousin. Burke made a choking noise, covering a laugh with his hand. Finn screwed up his face, as if in disgust. "Dude. I am NOT a dog." "And I’m not a pampered house cat.”

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