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I’m here to help

When the vet called her name, she entered the exam room with slow steps. Milo still wouldn’t let go. The vet—a tall man with silver hair and kind eyes—gently tried to pry him from the scarf, but Milo growled for the first time. Not loud. Just a soft warning. Lilly hesitated. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “He’s here to help.”
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