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Making a mess

When morning came around, Lilly tiptoed downstairs to check on Milo, expecting him to be curled up where she left him. But the towel was empty. Her eyes darted around, then widened. The dog crate she’d borrowed from her neighbor was knocked over, its metal door unlocked. Cereal boxes littered the kitchen floor, and something had torn through her pantry like a storm.
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