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“Macy,” he bit out with as much control as he could muster. Spooking the creature was the last thing he wanted, especially with his wife and daughter in the vicinity.
“That’s not a puppy, Macy,” Eddy grated, trying to reach for his wife’s coat. He meant to call her again, to explain what they were dealing with, when the creature’s fur suddenly shot erect. They were in trouble.
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