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“Okay.” Topher nodded, going to the booth and sitting next to Tristan. Watching as Maccon went between them with his small tail wagging, Topher smiled and pet the little dogs head while glancing at the menu. Since he wanted steak and fries, he didn’t have to read it really.
“You having the same as me then?” Topher wondered aloud.
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