Always have, forever will
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"Oh." He looked up, watching as Albert's dog slowly trotted up to his dead body and nudged his head, whimpering as his eyes filled with tears. "Your owner wasn't a good enough person to mourn over, dog."
He side-stepped the dog and murmured a quiet apology as he stepped over Max's body, he stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up at them and then behind him. He nodded subtly to himself, as if to say goodbye, before making his way up the stairs. He walked out the door, and stood in front of the house, taking into account the amount of police cars there were out-front.
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Or, the ending we all fucking deserved.
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