Mafia
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Amora Dior is an 18 year old who was sent to a boarding school for 'bad kids' for something she was never to blame for. She has lost all hope in life, and her parents give zero shit about her. What happens when she meets Lorenzo Romano, an...
I roll my eyes at the sound of millions of dogs barking all at once. "See now I personally love this one," Domenico says, pointing to bulldogs
"What the fuck?" I reply. "Fucking dumbass" I smack the back of his head. "We're buying a dog for Amora, not as some stupid as 'guard dog'." I tell Domenico.
"You're using the wrong words Lorenzo, it's 'adopting' a dog not 'buying' one." Domenico corrects me.
I smack him one more time. "Stop wasting my time by acting stupid and start looking." I roll my eyes walking in the opposite direction from him.
The owner walks up to me and begins questioning about what I'm here for. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm here to buy a dog for my girlfriend." I tell him.
"Right, of course, it's just you've been here for an hour and still haven't decided anything, or said anything for that matter." The owner stutters.
"I just need a cute dog alright? Show me the cute ones." I tell him.
In the distance I hear Domenico scream at the top of his lungs and a dog barking loudly, I react quickly and make my way over to where I heard him.
"What? What's wrong?" I question him.
"That dog is scary," Dom says pointing to a poodle.
Sometimes I genuinely wonder how we're friends. "For fucks sake." I roll my eyes grab his arm and pull him into the direction where I was before.
"Maybe a Pomeranian?" I question while I point to the dog. Dom turns to look at me.
"no" he says.
"How about a cairn terrier?"
"Do you see the way that dog is staring at me?? Fuck no." I roll my eyes. "He got creepy eyes too..." Dom adds on.
"Perhaps she'd like this one?" The owner comes with a small brown puppy.
"What's that?" Dom points at the dog. I smack his hand down before the owner hands me the dog.
I keep that thing far away from me, extending my arms. "She's a Maltipoo. They stay small and a perfect house pet." The owner explains.
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"Ah.." I say. "How much?"
"About $3,000," he tells me.
"$3000 FOR THAT?!" Domenico yells.
"Um, do you think Amora would like it? That's the real question." I ask.
