Chapter Twenty One

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“You like dogs?” I asked Ivy, handing her the cone. I had noticed she had quite the sweet-tooth and while it felt nice to indulge her, I would’ve to resist those puppy eyes in future.

“Yes.” She answered. She had been eyeing every dog playing in the park since the second we came here. Currently, a french bulldog had her complete attention.

“Do you have one?” In response she shook her head.