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CHAPTER ONE

MADELEINE

The love between hiht So All they see is his size, and it intiood, really, but he’s also handsome—so handsoarcoat it though—he’s not without his flaws He’s a terrible listener, and frankly, independent to a fault He’s a sloppy kisser, and he leaves his things everywhere But every tih those luscious locks, I forget all of his faults And when that hair falls out and gets all over the couch, and the bed, and , I don’t fret I always know I’ love

Because he’s the love of my life

And he’s

Well, technically he’s my puppy

Barely a few months old and already he’s the size of a s, but I didn’t know that when I adopted him At the shelter, I walked past a tiny black and brown fur ball sitting in a cage all alone, barely a feeeks old He sat there quietly, not begging to be petted or whining about his acco me with those deep brown semisweets and I was head over heels

Just like all the other sch out adoption papers, I’d walked into that shelter fully intending to leave just as dog-less as when I arrived I’d even texted my best friend, Daisy for affirmation

Madeleine: I’ to look That’s all

Daisy: Oh, sure…Textyou take ho there empty-handed

I wanted to prove her wrong, but then I stumbled upon that little floof

He’s really cute, I told the shelter volunteer