“Oh, hush you,” I sigh, scowling and shooting Kent a little glare as I stroke a hand over the dog’s soft head. “All right,” Kent says, his voice more serious now. “For the dog, what about…Titus.” “Titus,” I say, sitting up a little, curious. “Sure,” Kent says, “a figure of classic literature,
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