Milly’s despair

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Inside the house, Milly was no better off. She paced from room to room, whimpering constantly. She kept returning to the front door, scratching at it and looking at Owen with pleading eyes. “Milly, I can’t let them in,” Owen told her. “They’re wild animals.” But Milly just whined louder, with her tail tucked between her legs.
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