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"It was a shitty carpet anyway," Wally says after they've cleaned up.
"My mom gave us that carpet."
"Oh. Then what I meant to say was, we should ask her the brand so we can get another just like it."
"Uh-huh."
"At least now we know to put newspaper down next time."
"'Next time?'"
"Yeah, when we get another dog."
"We are not getting another dog," Artemis declares. She scowls at Brucely, now sleeping innocently. "I'm already regretting this one."
"Whatever you say." Wally says, unconcerned. He's sure he'll wear her down eventually.
After all, they have plenty of time.