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“Is there a problem now?” I asked the guard. “We’re paying customers, after all.”
“Just make sure she doesn’t cause any trouble, ma’am,” he said, shrugging as he backed away.
“What’s her name?” Max asked the older woman, still holding the dog’s paw.
“Ellie,” she whispered.
“She’s usually braver and happier than this.”
“She’s allowed to be scared, and cold,” Max said.
The older woman walked with slow, careful steps. I knew her joints were probably aching from the cold. I noticed the way her grip stayed tight on the dog, but her free hand trembled slightly at her side.
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