The store looked sketchy, a place Mark definitely would have preferred to avoid. But his platonic husband Tubbo was dragging him inside, saying that the magic lady wasn't a hoax.
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"You need an emotional support animal (y/n)! Your parents refuse to believe you have any mental problems, and you can't afford a therapist. This is the next best option!"
I looked at the cat, and back at Jack.
"Fine, but you have to name it," I demanded.
"Catboo, it's officail," he shouted triumphantly.
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