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The next morning, I awoke with a start to Bark barking his head off at the front door. I blearily glanced at the clock and saw it was just after four. Grumbling, I rolled out of bed and padded to the living room. “What? What are you barking at?” “Bark! Bark bark! Bark!” “Oh, really?” I opened the door into the stairwell of the building and found a copy of The King Gazette propped up against the doorframe. Anger immediately welled inside me. “Damn it. I told them to cancel it.” I snatched the paper, slammed the door shut, and stalked to the kitchen, where I took off the rubber band and threw the whole thing in the recycling bin, unread. “How many times do I have to tell them?” Bark followed me the whole way, looking a little reluctant to approach me in my bad mood. I snagged a quick d