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Caught red handed

“Milo?” she called out, Lilly’s voice rising with panic. She stepped over a trail of flour and broken crackers, to eventually find him standing on the kitchen counter, halfway inside an open cereal box. Milo looked up slowly, his muzzle covered in crumbs, eyes wide. The small animal didn’t look guilty. Just startled—like she’d caught him doing something he couldn’t charm himself out of.
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