Meg caught Taylor's silence and wisely decided to drop the topic. When you're talking to someone sharp, it's best to know when to leave it at that.
She looked out the car window, watching the neon lights flicker under the street lamps and the busy shops lining the sidewalks. Even though the city had its own charm, it just couldn't compare to the vibrant life of Riverdale.
She sighed, relieved at the thought of heading back home the next day. If it hadn't been for Mr. Hammond's personal call, she wouldn't have bothered coming back at all.
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After Zach's birthday party, he spent the next couple of days away, leaving his mischievous puppy, Buddy, home alone.
Mirabella had initially thought Buddy was a calm little pup, but she quickly realized how wrong she was. Every day after school, Buddy would follow her around, nipping at her pants if she ignored him. Even at his young age, Buddy was a handful, living up to his breed's reputation for boundless energy and destructive tendencies.
When Mirabella walked in the door, she found her dad, Shawn, looking furious as he packed up Buddy's things.
"Dad?" she asked, dropping her bag.
"I'm taking Buddy over to Zach's," Shawn grumbled, clearly annoyed. "It's not my job to take care of his dog."
Mirabella hid a smile. "What happened?"
Shawn's frustration was evident. "That silly dog broke one of my vases."
"Which vase?" Mirabella asked, dreading the answer as she looked around. "Not the antique blue and white porcelain one on your shelf?"
"Yes!" Shawn replied through gritted teeth. That vase was from the Song dynasty!
Mirabella sighed, rubbing her temples. The cost of Buddy didn't seem so high compared to the loss of a priceless antique. "Dad, I get it. Need any help with the packing?"
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