There were two doors. Frankie chose the door with the lady, and now the tiger is pissed.
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“You’re…moving?” asks Frankie, looking askance. “What will we do without our best friends?”
“Hello, Hunter Dan,” Elvis says to his new neighbor. “I suppose you can call me ‘Musician Elvis.'”
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