When I was 12, we had just moved to Seattle. My stepmother had made a cake and gave me a bunch of presents. I opened them, with great anticipation, and found a collar, a leash, a dog bed... but no dog. My stepbrother was supposed to bring it that morning but had gotten drunk and had an accident. I finally got the dog 3 days later. I haven't talked to him since.
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