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"Aw, c'mere, you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you & you big dogs, too. Let's make a dog pile!" he chortled.
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Desiree was more worried about her brother than usual.
"Should we roll another?" she asked.
"I don't feel up to it, sis," he answered.
"It doesn't matter how you feel," she opined, "You look fabulous."
"That's becoming my concern," he admitted.
"Hang on," she said tersely, "I'm getting a call."
"Des'?" came TACO's breathless voice, "I can't reach your sire."
"How hard have you been trying?" she asked imperiously.
"Sis!" hissed her brother, "I'm dizzy!"
"I'm trying to help you; be quiet," came her reply, "...cuz', I don't have his #."
"I know that, Desiree. I'm thinking the plastic in your mother's creation is interfering with his homing instinct."
"Frankly, cuz, I wouldn't want to come back here, either."
"There, there, beautiful. Access 312-671 & see if you can't reach him yourself."
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