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"It's done."
"What's done?" I asked.
"None of your concern. Now shhhhh I'm on the phone." He bellowed while he kicked the door of my cage. The rattling didn't seem to bother me as much as it did, Macy. She hid in the corner of her cage and whimpered. We were like puppies in a kill shelter; frightened, trapped, and going to die.

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