Cassandra stares at the dog. She's pretty sure she's seen smaller horses.
"...Okay," she says, and moves towards the table without showing even an inclination towards petting either of them. "Is that...?"
Her file. Her life?
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Cassandra stares at the dog. She's pretty sure she's seen smaller horses.
"...Okay," she says, and moves towards the table without showing even an inclination towards petting either of them. "Is that...?"
Her file. Her life?