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A Paw-Tunate Meeting: Chapter One D’artagnan wagged his tail happily as he stared up at the pretty lady. She smelt nice, like cinnamon, though that was probably because she was carrying fresh treats home from the bakery. The pretty lady made a shooing motion with her hands as she tried to get rid of him. D’artagnan knew he should probably leave, the pretty lady was probably busy and had things to do. He was going to leave, he really was! It’s just… He was hungry, very hungry. The harsh Parisian streets weren’t kind to anyone be it a well-off Parisian Lady or a young pup, alone and struggling. Barking and letting his continuously moving t...