"That nurse has my dog." William gruffed out, pointing out beyond the doors of his room. "You know the one. The one that doesn't stop talking. The one that's so....touchy. I saw her late last night, with my Foxy." He was clearly irate, not wanting to know hows or whys, just wanting results. "I need her back. My dog. The girl...well, I don't think she needs to be working for you anymore. If you're willing to hand her to me, I can think of a few uses for her. Teach her a few lessons about keeping her hands to herself, for one."
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