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1 " Diablo tore free of the underbrush and rushed across our path. There was a small, orange splotch on his back. “Get it off! Get it off!” The black pit disappeared into the trees. I looked at Logan. “I’m sorry, was that a monkey riding my dog?” “It was. A baby tamarin. We need to get it back to the right area.” Logan frowned. “Diablo won’t eat it, will he?” “Diablo!” I let go of Logan’s hand to pursue my dog. "
― Gayla Drummond , A Little Street Magic (Discord Jones, #6)
2 " Ooh, bet that went over like a fart in church. "
3 " was in black dress slacks, a white shirt, and navy blue suit jacket. "
4 " I’m sorry, was that a monkey riding my dog?” “It was. A baby tamarin. We need to get it back to the right area.” Logan frowned. “Diablo won’t eat it, will he?” “Diablo!” I let go of Logan’s hand to pursue my dog. "
5 " I let the dogs out. "