Freckles:I was so busy shredding that I didn’t hear the high-voiced one enter the room. Suddenly, it was standing behind me. I sniffed the air and realized that it had my favorite treat in its paw. Bribery! That was how it planned to woo me away from my revenge -- with bribery! I glared up at it. This was revenge. I couldn’t be bought!
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Give 'em hell, Freckles! Buns must stick to their guns!
I love a girl who sticks to her guns - or her shreds!
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