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@jjoy-xx
“Can we please get a puppy? We don’t even have to tell the others until after it’s a done deed. What are they going to do? Make me return the sweet thing? I think not! Besides, pets are great for mental health and dogs are great companions. I have even looked into training classes for this hypothetical dog and picked out a collar.” Riley puts on their best ‘puppy dog’ begging face and pouts. “Pretty please?”
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“But, like, you feel obligated to say that because you’re a teacher and sort of like a mom to everyone.” Riley felt bad for saying it, but they were just feeling so down. Normally Joy could snap Riley out of it. Maybe it was the magic most of the time but Riley just wished they could feel that way all of the time. “I’m sorry. I just-- I hate feeling like this and I know your words should cheer me up but they’re not right now.” Riley just shrugs and looks away for a moment, wrapping their arms around themselves. “I don’t know.”
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Jack was in need of some more pumpkin spice syrup for his homemade coffee since he was running out already and the fall season had barely even started. So, he decided to head to one of the most trustworthy coffee shops he knew and liked to buy product from, and once he was inside the fall scents filled his nose and made him smile with glee. He walked up to the counter to place his order, “I’d like to buy some pumpkin spice syrup, if that’s okay? I can wait for a bit to let you all get it together, so in the meantime I’ll have a pumpkin spice latte, a pumpkin loaf, toasted please, a pumpkin scone and...” his eyes breezed through the menu, sparkling with delight at his final item, “one pumpkin cream cheese muffin, please.” He paid for his things and then grabbed the muffin and scone before going over to sit at a table where a lovely looking lady sat at, his long legs struggling to fit under the table, “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here, kinda busy today isn’t it?”
