Sometimes Daphne almost remembered something. Something about… a van? A talking dog? But that was ridiculous. Dogs didn’t talk! Even a silly little plaything like her knew that.
No, obviously Master was right, that was just her silly little brain confusing dreams and memories. There had never been a time before she belonged to him, and there would never be a time she didn’t…
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