"His name is Conan," Liesl interrupts, holding onto the length of Conan's leash beneath Sol's hand with both of hers, swinging on the balls of her feet while Sol attempts to direct both dog and child with his feet, away from turning him into a human maypole. "He's the Corbarian."
"We got him this week," Sol confirms, long-suffering.
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"We got him this week," Sol confirms, long-suffering.