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“That’s kind of sad. I’m sorry, everyone should have a pet growing up. And you must like animals if you volunteer at an animal re-homing shelter.” Ronan turns off the main street and onto a road with a couple of motels, pulling into one with a vacancy sign. “I love animals. I’ll have a houseful one day. But I want to do it on my terms. I’m saving up from the cases I’ve worked on, and odd jobs. I plan to get a better place. I want to help people, and animals; to use my abilities for the best. I don’t want to live a life anything like my parents’, empty, and all for show.” Dustin doesn’t care how good his parents’ lives look to outsiders, he’s seen it from the inside, and that’s not the kind of life he wants. “That sounds like a good plan,” Ronan says as he parks. “I figure I still have t