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"Do you want pine, or cedar?" Jane said. I breathed, tears rolling down my face.
"Pine." I say. Jane nods and clicks more things on the computer.
"Ok, we will get him to you next week." She said sympathetically. I grab my bag and push open the heavy glass doors, tears blurring my vision. Corbyn looks up at me from his phone.
"Daddy!" Alex says. "We are in a car!"
I laugh. "Yeah, buddy! We are!"
Corbyn drives us home and we eat spaghetti for dinner.
"Mommy, when will we get Ranger back?" Alex asks.
"Next week boo." I reply. He continues to eat his spaghetti.
~time skip~
The door opens and I hear Corbyn setting down his keys on the table by the door. He walks into the living room. Alex comes running out of his room and hugs Corbyns leg. They walk over to me, sitting on the couch and sit down with me. He is holding a pine box, with RANGER carved in cursive on the front.

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