[Truthfully, Heather really can't blame them for not wanting him out, especially considering how jam-packed the place was during the flood. But hey, she's not about to pass up a chance to be all indignant.]
I mean, come on! Not that I'm like... a HUGE FAN of him or anything [She still claimed to hate his little doggy guts, naturally.] but he starts whining through the Pokeball if I don't let him out often enough.
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I mean, come on! Not that I'm like... a HUGE FAN of him or anything [She still claimed to hate his little doggy guts, naturally.] but he starts whining through the Pokeball if I don't let him out often enough.