[Cecil is still lying facedown in the grass, slowly recovering his consciousness. Wow, for a moment there, he thought the puppy was talking to Eugen. Oh wait, is she hurt? He rolls on his side, his hair and face covered with nature. This is most certainly not how he planned to spend his time off.]
...Is the puppy okay?
[How long has he been dead to the world? He hopes the poor thing has not been run over by a truck!]
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...Is the puppy okay?
[How long has he been dead to the world? He hopes the poor thing has not been run over by a truck!]