Chapter 22 (22) - Leslie's POV

The drive to the veterinary clinic is painfully quiet. Peterson isn't waddling around his carrier, he isn't glaring at me with those tiny beady eyes, he isn't even trying to stab me with his quills. He's just... sitting there.

"..."

Don't do this to me, little man.

The moment I arrive, one of the ...

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