Chapter 25

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I had just a little bit of hope left. Maybe Molly had her collar on. As soon as we got home I ran into the house and looked by her doggy bed. Her collar.. Was sitting there. Now I’m out of hope. I went to my room tears stinging my eyes. My phone was ringing Ashton’s ringtone but I ignored it. I guess singing helps sometimes. I could try that. Post a new cover maybe. Yeah, I’m sure that will work. Get my mind off of.. Molly.

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