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You were a German Shepherd mix and you were sent to Task Force 141. Price soon became fond of the new member.
The team had already gotten used to you always being in Price's office or wearing his jacket.
To no one's surprise, there you were, sitting in Price's office with him stroking your hair to take a break from paperwork.
"You're my good boy, aren't you?" John asks, looking at you with a smile, motioning for you to sit on his lap.
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