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I didn’t give him an apple for his run.

Finally, I set down my tools, broke an

apple into pieces, and gave him one.

“But don’t think I will be rewarding

naughtiness.”

I put the hammer on the ground

and put my foot on it so he couldn’t

steal it. I lifted the wire into place

and reached for a staple, but the

bucket wasn’t there. I didn’t even

search for it. I turned, and, sure

enough, Cashmere had it, holding it

by the handle in his mouth.

I groaned. “Cashmere, give me

my bucket of staples.”

His eyes sparkled with

mischievousness as he backed a step

away and curled his lips into his

teasing grin. Despite my frustration

in trying to get my work done, I had

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