Jack stared icily at Dylan, his mouth tight, his cheeks puffing slightly as he ground his teeth.
He commented, “Your language skills are rather lacking!”
Dylan countered, “How can a foreigner like you judge my local language? I was simply attempting to console. Such an ungrateful person.”
Upon arrival at the mansion, Isabelle opened the door. Jack the dog confidently entered, acting as though it were the owner, eagerly surveying the various rooms and the kitchen.
Isabelle couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps this dog possessed some traits of a husky dog.
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