[Brownie, luckily, is the best of handkerchiefs/cheer-up equipment. She presses into Allison's face, sloppily licking her cheeks and nose, then rests her head on her knee. Pet her, Allison. No one has ever loved her.
Duke moves in close but not quite within arm's length, still in a casual slouch, and flashes her an incredulous look at the nickname.]
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Duke moves in close but not quite within arm's length, still in a casual slouch, and flashes her an incredulous look at the nickname.]
You've got to be kidding.