She was so glad that Cotton had never done that. When she was younger puppy, Candice had given her some of her old clothes to play with just for the sake of having something to drag around, but the little one was smart enough to know not to play with the stuff in her closet. Candice was proud of how smart Cotton was; she could and most likely would brag that to the rest of the world as well.
"I'm glad I could be of some help!" Candice rummaged through her bag for a small scratch paper as well as a pen. She quickly jotted down a row of numbers on the paper. "Here, Gwen. This is my cell number. If you ever need help putting this stuff together, you're free to call me!"
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(( I think we can end this soon? ))