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The loft was empty, with only Angelica present.
Oh hey, there she is.
So Taylor went back to the Loft. To pick up her things?
Behind her, the TV had been left on, a low level of background noise and activity to reassure the dog, maybe, or just Alec being lazy about turning everything off.
Who knows.
Angelica moved very slowly as she climbed down from the couch and approached to investigate me. Whatever her past experiences, she had never learned to like any humans other than Bitch, so I only got a cursory sniff before she turned to shamble back to the couch.
Good doggo.
Whatever energy she’d expended to get to me, check me out and return to where she’d been resting, it didn’t leave her with enough of a reserve of strength to hop up.
Aw, exhausted doggo. I guess that’s why she didn’t join the others to Coil’s place.
She settled down under the coffee table, watching me with her one intact eye, a perpetual wink, if winks could be wary or threatening.
;Ål
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