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“Stop calling me that!” I shout at him, tears brimming in my eyes.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
I push against his chest again, slapping his hands away from my face and climbing out of his lap.
“I don’t want you to call me either of those,” I say, crawling away from him.
“Stop right there,” he commands.
But I don’t pay any attention. He can’t tell me what to do.
I crawl over to my cage and get in, closing the door behind me. If he is going to continue to call me Little pet or by my name, then I won’t leave the kennel… my cage.
“Leah,” he growls.
I turn my body, lying down and facing away from him, letting the tears flow freely down my face.
