When I arrived to pick out a puppy, the door was opened by a tall, slender young woman. The moment she saw me, her smile froze. Her expression dropped, and she muttered under her breath, “What? A woman?” I didn’t understand why she said that, so I explained my reason for being there. “Hi, I saw the pictures of your puppies in the group chat. I’d like to choose one.” Xena Quinn gave me a once-over from head to toe, her strange expression making me feel uneasy. With a slight curl of her lips, she said carelessly, “Come in.” The place was a small one-bedroom apartment, clearly renovated, and a bit messy. I kept my eyes down and followed her quietly, not wanting to stare. Once inside, she crossed her arms, looking impatient as she pointed to a cage on the floor. “The puppies are over there. Pick one yourself.” I glanced into the small cage where seven or eight puppies were crowded together. It caught me off guard, but since they were her dogs, I kept my tho
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